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Summer-Sunday afternoon, sitting in the rope chair swing, my view the treetops surrounding my gardens, I hear the gurgling creek and singing chimes.  Touching here and there a geranium, a petunia a female hummingbird joyously helicopters effortlessly.
 
Ah, a red Cardinal is now staring intensely as I slowly swing, the breeze catching feathers of hair escaping my pulled-back locks.  “Is it safe?” he wonders.  Then decides, “Yes.” And flits to the chair nearby.
 
Carefully observing the surroundings, a cautious, full-grown, bunny slips under the garden gate.  I see he is heading for my asparagus fern that I’ve already noticed is severely trimmed.  I shu him away, hoping he’ll give the plant time to recover.
 
Recovering is what I’m doing—from two solo exhibits with openings I worked hard to make memorable to those who were kind enough to attend.  Live music, fresh fruit, charcuterie, and wine.  I’ve also hosted several guests in my home, given a garden tour, and added three new coaching clients this summer.
 
The “Spirited Aging” retreat in New Harmony is less than a month and a half away.  I’m still researching, marketing, and planning for that.
 
A breeze again brings the chimes to life.  I breathe in and sigh deeply.  Indeed, time goes by more quickly the older I get.  Soon summer will flow right into fall, and flowers will fade, plants will die back, leaves will change color then drop from the trees.
 
So, today I am simply soaking up rest and restoration from the gift of garden and the life it supports.  I am grateful!