I am thankful for my mobility – something I tend to take for granted until I get a wake up call.
I am thankful for rain – it’s been dry for a fair while here, and a brief rain last week gave much needed freshness (and the wonderful smell of water on hot dirt).
I am thankful for my senses: sight, smell, touch and sound – being in the garden indulges them all. The intricacies of flowers, the aroma of lavender heads as they are picked is intoxicating, the feel of my hands in the dirt, the sound of birds flitting in the trees.
I hope your week is filled with all good things.