Botanic Gardens - Reflection

I like who I am here.
I like wandering around with only my thoughts in my head.
No children complaining, asking for things, fighting.
No washing to be done, clothes to be folded and put away.
No dirt staring at me from the floor, blaming me for little shoes worn on the carpet.
No dust floating along the floorboards, waiting to be swept away, taunting me with how long I've let them stay.

Just me and my thoughts,
a bird who lands lightly in my path,
a chipmunk evading my camera,
in the corner of my eye a white butterfly.
I love wandering down the path, going wherever I want to, at my own pace.
Turning the corner and finding a surprise.
Something new I haven't seen before - a flower, a sculpture, a hidden path.

I love the little signs along the way.
I can ignore them with no ill feeling, or I can stop and read them.
They are only there for my good. Not to bring confusion, pain or disappointment.
A gentle voice which helps me appreciate the textures and colours,
or gives me tips for how to prune roses, for when I have some,
telling a story of the plants growing there.

I love the gentle sound of water flowing, the art of a fountain large or small,
the refreshing burst into the air, and free fall that will not hurt.

I think about the thought and care that is behind each tended garden.
I love the architecture that makes your raise your eyes to see the grander vista,
then lets you rest your eyes on the beautiful detail of a single flower. The silent Companion walks with me, and I am grateful that He brought me here.

The beauty captivates me and fills my soul with happiness and peace.