Garden Office

My garden office isn’t big. It isn’t extravagant. But it’s mine, and it suits me just fine.

While I’m working, I feel blessed that I am not confined to a cubicle, that I am free to watch scrub jays flit from tree to tree. Even though I know from their shriek, shriek, shriek they are annoyed that I’ve been glued to my computer and have forgotten to toss their peanuts under the blue oak, I still find them intriguing and precious.

I listen to huge, black shiny bumble bees busying themselves with the Salvia clevelandii that fills my side of the street with a pungent, woodsy fragrance. The warm early morning breeze — that without native grasses and leaves to move through would be silent — sings a sweet rustling song.

As I sit in my five dollar, yard sale, vintage garden chair with my feet propped up, I am content. My garden office is a place where my mind is free to open, allowing creative thoughts to run as wild as the landscape stretching from the toes of my bare feet.

 

Amber Galusha

Always exploring, creating and cultivating, and sharing what I observe along the way. To visit my professional site, click here.

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Wild_Bill - August 9, 2012 - 10:37 am

I loved this! Short, sweet, to the point and yet incredibly eloquent~thank you!

Amber Galusha - August 11, 2012 - 4:01 pm

Thanks, Bill. I can’t wait to get back out to my office. Right now we are in the middle of a heat wave so even early in the morning is too hot for outdoor office work : )