LITGWM - Favorite Dress

 I have a favorite dress that I put on when I am going to work in the garden.  It's nothing fancy, a black cotton dress, I slip it on quickly and then pull my hair back and in a ponytail.

As I put it on, my heart greats ready for magic.  What beautiful thing will I discover that wasn't blooming yesterday.  Or what mess will get cleaned up that makes the garden even more beautiful than it was the day before.  

The sun will kiss my shoulders with a warmth it hasn't felt all day, and I will remember, I am loved.

My feet will feel the cold touch of the grass and the roughness of the cement, and the pokey-ness of last years mulch that will be soon covered up with new mulch.  

I will walk outside and hear the tone of the wind chimes that remind me of my dad.

My heart will dream of what will come of the summer.

It will remember, with great expectation, of the bursting taste of strawberries picked straight from the plant, and my mouth will water in remembrance of what they will taste like.  A sweet yet sour taste on my tongue.

As I sit here, my heart is content.  Something it hasn't been in days.  

I hear the birds chirping, telling me that all will be good. It's sometimes hard, but it's good. 

I gaze over to see a beautiful circle of purple and white tulips tracing the allium that I planted years ago, hoping for these moments.

The days after rain bring a bluer sunshine and a gratitude of it.

I dream of dinners of snacks and friends and laughter.

We create our beauty, give away the love in our hearts, only to be met with more love in return.

And it all starts with reaching in the closet and putting on my favorite dress.