Early in the morning…

Early in the morning, while drops of dew remain perched on fragile petals, the iris calls to me from across the garden. “Put down your cup of tea, walk across the garden path to visit me. Blending cool and warm colors wrapped in a shawl of wild green ferns, I am open to the possibilities of the day. Can you see how happy I am this morning? I savor the tickling of a honey bee’s wings on my yielding petals and the gentle caress of the mountain breeze.”