The skies are gray with low clouds that seem just out of reach. The air, moist and thick but with a warmth that bedevils any sense of dreary. Plumes of green foliage spring from the earth that was so recently nothing more than a frozen white canvas. The mirrored pond flickers to and fro as the converging ripples dance from the unseen life frolicking below its surface.
The artic kiwis stretch their arms across lanes to hold hands with their sisters forming a dense catacomb of intertwining green. These arms are laced with a myriad of small white flowers, beckoning pollinators with their sweet aroma, offering gifts from their delicate jewels. Touched by a breeze, this buzzing mass of life dances to the rhythm of summer, it is chaos and unkempt but it is also marvelous… if you can slow down and take a breath and then listen… and if you listen long enough then maybe, just maybe you can hear the music.