promising

standing out there in the ecosophia garden, i watch and see the leaves offer up like bunches of bouquets. . .

and i listen for the calm, soft and hushed quiet.  i swear, i can hear them flourishing, blooming, promising!

the peanuts made daring revelations, the corn grew new and audacious leaves, the spring onions, too.

the tomato flowers made promises. 

 the string beans unfolded bold hope.

the radishes show their roots, with honesty ajar, gaping, waiting for the rains.

the seeds we have sown. . .make us wait with utmost faith.
and standing there still, in a world of growing all around me, i see how the harvest would come.

and i wait fot the fruit of humble truth.

and the yield of a quiet, steady grace.

for this weekend, i am grateful for the promises these blooms bring.  and i know you keep good them.  

thank you!  and ilysm!  bwahahaha! ♥ ♥ ♥