It's difficult to describe the peace that envelopes me when I step outdoors to be in my garden. I love to walk slowly in it. To be carefully observant. To allow myself to enter into this quiet world as a steward. It is in me to be a tyrant. But gardening has taught me over and over again that I am not in control.

I wanted this post to be about something else... but I'm a bit too overwhelmed for details today. Instead I'll post some recent glimpses.

A baby watermelon

My asparagus forest

A currant tomato somehow self-seeded from last year's crop
has demanded a place among the onions and carrots (and weeds).
I'm both baffled and amused as I watch it grow.

I'm thrilled that the pumpkin plant I've given up for lost several times seems determined to grow.