“Talking about our problems is our greatest addiction. Break the habit. Talk about your joys.”
Under the apple tree we sat-
with the branches flowing,
and the leaves twinkling in the breeze.
Healing. Peace. Joy.
Found near the sour cherry branches,
and the bitter deliciousness of rukola stems.
And the birds chirped a sweet song to my ear.
Just as our kind words,
and flowing conversation
must have been sweet to The Father’s.
How I love to sit in the garden.
I wish I could childishly throw my shoes to the side,
and dig my toes deep in the grass.
How delightful each coarse blade would feel against my heels.
How fresh the dirt would feel against my skin.
But for now this moment is pure in its wonder.
Sipping fresh herbs from the yard,
as the light reflects off the glass gazebo.
The clouds predict rain, but I haven’t seen a drop.
Not too hot. Not too cold.
The spring sun peeks his head out every so often,
while the tiny flies do their seasonal duties.
And my hair blows ever so slightly in the wind.
My Mother-in-law loves nature.
Her garden is her comfort,
and I can proudly see why!
Hvala Ti Bože najlepše, za ovaj dan!
Belgrade, Serbia - March 2019