Stepping out into the garden on midsummer morning, a lush carpet of soft clover cushions my footsteps
Oh how I delight in feeling the earth beneath my bare feet, soothing and arousing all at once
Sweet birdsong and luscious scents fill the air
a light breeze stirs my hair tickling my cheek, I smile as I brush it aside
Breathing deeply I sigh, grateful to be alive
grateful for my five senses, and for the deeper awareness that I am connected to it all
© Julie Rehnelt 2020
✿~Peace & Love~✿
Ramblings From Jewels 
I miss white clover! That is mostly what we had in NJ. Down here in my part of Florida, all I see is red clover.
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It’s at peak here right now Lois, and it’s so lovely! 🥰 And so cushiony to walk on in my barefeet – I wish my whole yard was covered with it! 😊
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A delightful treat for the senses.
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Thanks Brad! 🙂
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Nice! You’ve captured it perfectly. ❤
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Thanks so much, Eliza! ❤
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Rolling in the clover and feeling the connection… LOVE this
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Yes and yes to rolling in the clover! 🍀 Thanks Annette, so glad you liked it! 💕
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Such a lovely poem.
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Thank you, Peggy!
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Lovely poem and picture
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Thanks so much, Derrick!
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A beautiful tribute to being alive Julie 🙂
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Thanks so much, Andrea! 🙂
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