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.

I smile.

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.

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