The Garden Awakens

The soft green mist of spring washes over the land. The bulbs that have wintered safely and cozily in the dark earth, their dreams sprouting hope for the future, stretch into the brisk morning.

We are ready. We have dreamed our own dreams. Planted hope in our hearts and minds. Cultivated joy. Rested, and let the dreams dance.

The days grow longer. Our energy awakens with the birdsong. Our dreams find roots, and grow strong. Wishes bloom. A healthy rain soaks the soil, emerald moss, bulbs, and little sprouts. The sun and moon dance. The stars fade. The garden awakens. It is time.

The tea party has begun. Golden dawn warms our smiling cheeks. Our friends gather near, excited that the time of hibernation has ended. We are, each of us, a unique and lovely flower in our secret garden tea party. Our dreams weaving a rich tapestry of new futures and nostalgia.

The soft wind whistling through the branches accentuates our conversations, adding a little extra magic to the moment. An unexpected whimsy.

We needed this.