As the sun starts climbs over the hill, right before it peaks around the giant cedar at the edge of the drive, I head to the garden. My favorite times to be in my garden are, as it awakens with the first light of the day and settles, as that light leaves in the evening.
Mornings are the best though because of the light. Bearing witness, as the sun rises over the cedar and falls almost ray by ray onto each plant ~ a gentle nudge of awakening ~ until the whole garden is awash in sun light and life, is a gift of summer. I can’t think of a better start to the day.