St. Fiacre, Patron Saint of Gardens

We have had some glorious temperatures these past few days. The morning mist covered the ground with a thin layer of moisture early this morning, and now it glistens as it begins to vaporize in the warm sun.

I basked in the sun’s rays yesterday as I tended the ground in preparation for the planting season. I am blueprinting in anticipation that the garden in my head will come alive, and all the plants I nestle in the rich dark soil will come into their own to reward me my hard work with bursting colors and sweet scents.

Today I will relish in the clean up of the Secret Garden that isn’t there yet: a small strip of land between the garden studio and the fence that borders the property next door. I will till the ground and make a path with the pebbles that have taken refuge in the barren earth that slumbers there.

Today, I disturb the quiet.