Just sitting in my garden
The humidity of the day washed away by a gentle breeze
Over to my right the stand of oaks
Silhouetted against the darkening evening sky
Very little noise, just the muted sounds of televisions and music
Just occasionally I run my fingers through
Lemon balm, mint and thyme
Freeing their beautiful fragrance into the night air
A few feet away my chiminea glows
The dancing flames and wood smoke almost hypnotic
I could be sat glued to the tv but then I would miss all this
Miss what?
The peace, the quiet, the tranquillity
My garden, my oasis of calm...