it rained for a long time last night. a soaking rain from the dark sky.
the garden, the desert & the trees all seem fresh & happy this morning. the dirt & grass, more brown & more green in their wetness.
my cup of coffee often ends up on the garden fence post, as my hands inevitably end up weeding & tending. this morning I talked to the beans & the cucumber, as I helped them wind into their trellis. coaxing them towards support & success.
the green beans have a few blossoms. the cucumber has sent out vines, seeking places to go.
and our first sunflower has unfurled. (the seeds were a going-away present from kansas)
& having such happy morning glories makes me, well, happy. they will eventually cover this fence, in a wall of green & purple.
flying high in the sky, was a hot air balloon. we see them most mornings, out there over the mesa. I think of the people getting a view of the land, in way I haven't seen it. and then I think of them, as missing out on the view of the land, as I do see it.