Ever since returning from the U.S. last week, I’ve been happily ensconced in the Yoga Shed each morning around 6:30. My body is remembering the grooves it used to slip into with ease before holidays and even before major surgery through up barriers to progress. I am very blessed by having this studio to play in, Heather to practice with and the amazing green vistas we look out on.
You can hear things growing this time of year. Honest! A farmer’s field that only looked like empty furrows last week is full of green shoots a couple of inches high. Pastures are filled with thickly clumped grasses for fattening up the cattle. The horses have lost their winter coats and look more bright-eyed and playful.
Those black-earthed garden beds that we nurtured with all things organic for nine months are invitingly wormy now and are at last productive .
Even since our planting last week, the Homalocladium platycladum have gained centimetres in height and the Portulaca have opportunistically stretched out their tendrils in such a receptive environment and season.
The early morning dew spreads the thinnest of covers over our lawns, trees and plants. As I walk by on my way to the Yoga Shed, they exhale and the fragrance is delightful; it will be gone by the time I finish my practice.
What a way to get into the day!