"The sun is but a morning star."
Henry David Thoreau
Food. Water. Nesting. Shelter. It is the welcoming spirit of this garden. We may know what is likely in bloom when the sun rises next. What shows up and where is a delightful appetizer to the day. Earlier this month I found this goldfinch asleep on the fountain head.
This morning's oriole must have loved his visit earlier this year for he doubled back so late in summer.
|Kumquats for jam, basil for pasta and kumquats|
God began all time in the garden. The freshly risen sun is good company to steer the day, menu and decorations by.
The green and white glass is pulled like a spearmint stripe up the Murano vase. A few branchlets from the kumquat tree escorted by scented geranium leaves- the small footprint of this arrangement can will grace a small corner space with charm.
Ancient mariners steered across hostile oceans, guided back home the the evening stars. The California suburbs being a tamer place and time, I only need one star to guide my day- the morning star- the sun.