From My Corner

Trying to allow myself downtime, each day around mid afternoon I head outside to "my corner," which sits directly outside the mudroom door.  Positioned right next to my eighteen year old worn potting bench, my chair awaits.  Using my old sidekick to rest my beverage, my book or my work gloves and clippers on, I sit and allow myself to breathe...just breathe, listening to the Doves cooing in the distance.  

And this is what fills my senses...the fragrance of honeysuckle is carried on each swirl of breeze.
This is what I see.

Turning my head in the direction of those cooing Doves, I await the deer to sit and watch them nibble away at the clover.

Gosh, "letting go" will be hard.