Taking Stock Of The Garden
I open my eyes.
The sun is out.
I open my door, and the smell of jasmine, just closing from their nights release, is still heavy in the air.
I put on my walking shoes and hit the pavement.
I pass others on their way to begin the day.
The birds are singing and the living is easy, and when I return, I enter my garden and thank God for the bees that make it flourish, for a third flush.
While all the rest of you have to deal with winter, I’ll be picking daisies and tomatoes and stocks- probably in heirloom seed companies and emerging markets with diversified energy policies and stable monetary platforms…
It’s good to be me.