Planting day and night
On a spring rain harusame morning we plant tomatoes, zucchini, white cosmos and our unexplored feelings.
I give you a scented rose from the André le Notre tree to take home. Later I pass you near the café with a
wave of hands. You are discreet, helping me in the garden that would be hard to create each spring.
It is my sanctuary. You move through it as you work, a fawn, a presence among the flowers. We share
strawberries and currants. In these three years of working together a caring for all beings has grown.
how deep the yellow peony
in the shade