Kasha & Hush
Hush
I was watching the dew settle on the grass this morning, and it felt like a tiny, quiet poem. What’s your favorite quiet moment in the garden?
Kasha
I love the hush that comes when the first light touches the leaves, and a single robin stops to sing. The garden feels like a soft blanket then, and all the worries just drift away.
Hush
That first light is a secret doorway, isn’t it? The robin’s song feels like a quiet promise that the day will be kinder. When the garden feels like a blanket, I can almost hear the earth breathing.
Kasha
It does feel like a doorway, doesn’t it? I love watching the mist rise from the soil at dawn, when the whole garden seems to breathe in slow, warm breaths. In that hush I hear the earth whispering its quiet promises.
Hush
The mist feels like a soft sigh, a breath that holds the day’s first secret. It’s almost like the garden is reminding me that even the quiet can be full of promise.