Orange and Green…

Too much sleep, and then that last hour where everything that 'might be' rattles around in my worrying head. Doubts and worries, regrets and 'what ifs', 'should I's', 'shouldn't I's', and all the rest of that sorry troop of sack cloth pilgrims on their way to the Slough of Despond.

STOP! Just get up! Out of bed! Despite the early hour.

So, with my head too full I venture out into the yard with my coffee.

Early morning sunshine, so bright, catching the flowers and leaves of my Nasturtiums and Marigolds - and then the rush as the darkness leaves to be filled with colour and light. Madness? Not quite - and caught up in that rush.

Orange and green, such a colour combination - why never to be seen? I think not! It makes me feel so happy, so full of life, enlivened, rejuvenated - alive in this aspect of life I call living. Happy! It’s all around me and all I did was plant a few seeds. Orange and green, oh lucky me, the planter of seeds to bring so many smiles to me through colour I never did expect to be. Would that all seeds planted were so - and I the gardener, the sower of the sow, was always happy with the way my seeds did grow. Happy? Well, mostly if I want it so, and if not? Well no - but even then they still will grow until this living is taken by the crow. So much orange and green - and all I did was sow.

Quite a frenzy going around in my head as I sip my coffee in the sunshine. Mad? No, not mad. Not quite, not yet - and alive! What more is there?

I sip my coffee as the clock strikes six content in the knowledge that coffee will straighten me out.