Summer Days drifting away...to those Summer Nights!

The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand

~ Frederick L. Knowles ~

There is nothing I enjoy more after a hot Summer's day than relaxing in my garden in the cool of the evening...day's tasks completed, I succumb to the pleasurable condition of simply 'being'. At one with my surroundings, I immerse myself in the wafting scents and 'let go' of the need to do anything. Another day has passed, busily. Now is my time to recharge.

Quietly strolling along the garden path lit by dozens of twinkly little lights, I am able to still my racing thoughts and permit myself to simply 'be' tossing aside concerns about the next chore to be done. I take a slow, deep breath content that whatever lies ahead can wait until a new day dawns. I know I have done my best on this day and have earned my moment of stillness.

Everything looks so pretty bathed in the soft glow of our assorted garden lights and the night is hushed after the noisy, frantic rush of cars speeding by during the day. I can hear myself breathe. I allow myself to breathe!

I stand, silently delighting in the peacefulness of my surroundings, knowing that, at day's end, I deserve this time of gentle reflection...

Each morning sees some task begin, 

Each evening sees it close;

Something attempted,

Something done,

Has earned a night's repose.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ~

Yes, an altogether perfect way to wind down and enter a dreamlike state as I ready myself for a restful, peaceful night's sleep.

And if tonight my soul may find her peace

in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,

and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower

then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.

~ D.H. Lawrence ~