the garden as sanctuary
Rain has just stopped, and the garden smells of wet earth and lavender. The air is cool, a soft breeze shaking droplets from leaves. Sitting on the old wooden bench, you can hear only the faint trickle from the birdbath and the distant rustle of trees.
No emails, no deadlines, no one asking for anything. Just you, the flowers, and the gentle rhythm of life. In this small patch of earth, the world feels simple, safe, and endlessly forgiving.
#Garden #Sanctuary
