Rain was in the forecast for today but it fell in the night as we slept instead. Upon waking I opened the doors and windows inviting the persistent breeze to rush through the house. I sat on the back steps bundled in a scarf and sweater, cinnamon coffee in hand, greyhound nearby. I admired our neighbor's star jasmine, red hibiscus and honeysuckle; all tumbling over the fence into our yard spilling color and fragrance. Hummingbirds jittered from plant to feeder. A cat showed up and stretched out on the fence making you know who very happy. I smiled to find the poppy and cosmo seeds I planted just last week have sprouted, and look forward to the premiere of new summertime color in our beds. Before the week is over I will have planted a few more geraniums in hanging wicker baskets and empty terra cotta pots will be filled with rosemary and mint. Soon evenings will be spent out here grilling summer vegetables from the farmers market around the corner. We don't really have the space here for a vegetable garden of our own (though it's fun to check in at the community garden nearby to see what's growing). I also suspect it may be the simplicity of our little garden space that brings us the most joy.