In the Garden

Sometimes, when the sun is shining and there isn’t a chill in the air, I like to sit at the bottom of the garden. It is quiet and peaceful there. No-one comes and bothers me. Only the sounds of springtime surround me. I can hear birds singing. I can hear children giggling as they play. I hear the muffled hum of a lawnmower a few doors down. A soft breeze will ruffle the leaves and the grass. Just for a little while it is just me and my book. I could sit out here in the sun for hours just reading. It is my own little escape from the world and from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. I sometimes wish I could, but there is work to be done. There is dinner to cook. There is laundry to wash. A mother’s work is never done. So I content myself with just a few moments peace down here at the bottom of the garden.