Puttering

 As much as I love puttering around in a garden, there’s no place quite like your own.

Last night I came home at dusk—that sweet moment when daylight melts into moonlight—and stepped out onto the patio. The full moon was just barely peeking over the Catalinas, the hummingbirds were scolding me for my absence, and everything just felt right.

This morning I filled the hummingbird feeders and the bird feeders, and refreshed the bird bath. Now I’m hoping for plenty of activity outside my window. For the next two days, I’ll be tending to my own garden, and I couldn’t be happier about it.