working in the garden

I spent some time outside in my herb garden.  I sit on the ground.  My hands protected with gloves.  My ears open to the birds singing and talking to each other.  A woodpecker suddenly decides to hunt for bugs at the top of a dying tree.  I watch the tree tops move in the breeze and feel it on my cheeks.  Breaking sticks in the grove, Digger is out wandering.  I know he'll be coming around to check on me soon.  This is when my mind wanders.  This is when I think.  This is where I can look at what I have done and sigh and know it looks better than it did.