i walk to my garden every morning.
i look and admire all of the beauty i see and think about how my wonderful flowers can’t see how amazing they are.
i go to my faucet and fill up my pail.
i walk to each and ever one and carefully drizzle the water over them. some need more than others.
i am in my garden from sunrise to sunset.
sometimes i take too much time watering and caring for one flower that i don’t get to the all of the others. it’s ok though, i’ll get to them too.
i pick the weeds from my garden.
i know that for some of my flowers they will grow right back around them, but if they do, i’ll just go pick them again.
i go to fill up my pail and nothing comes out sometimes.
when this happens i stay with my flowers and tell them a story, and by then i try again to fill up my pail again and it works.
it’s often times my flowers that water me.