My best times in the garden happen in the early morning: Dew-kissed strawberries, slow bumblebees (an oxymoron, I know) and flowers backlit by the new-day sun.
New-day sun. Brother sun. Makes me think of the 1972 movie, Brother Sun, Sister Moon — the story of St. Francis of Assisi. Directed by Franco Zeffirelli with soundtrack by Donovan. When the movie arrived in our little movie theater in Lakewood Center, Washington, I went to see it with my friends. Then with Mom. “That’s the story of St. Francis,” she announced as we left the theater lobby. “Really?” I knew nothing about saints and wondered if they were real people and if I could ever be like them.
As for the movie, I was so captivated by it, I went to see it again. And again. So many times I lost count. To avoid using up all of my allowance, I snuck through the side door of the building with my cassette tape deck under my coat to record the songs during the movie.
I’ve watched the movie probably 30 times. If you haven’t seen it, I’ll watch it with you.
But I digress. Terribly. Here is the image from this morning’s stroll through our oceanside garden. Our B&B guests weren’t up yet. A quiet time for me.