Gardening

The warm sun on my back, the cool grass under my toes.  Sweat dripping down my nose and onto the ground.  Dirty fingers, tendrils of hair tickling my cheeks.  My cat sprawled nearby.  Butterflies lazily floating among the multitude of colors.  A praying mantis leisurely crawling along a branch.  Swallowtail butterfly caterpillars slowly munching on my parsley.  Ants marching, marching, forever marching.