Rain tap, tap, tapping on the roof.

Light streams through the window. Rain is tap, tap, tapping on the roof. I'm kneeling amongst the debris; vintage toys, clothing racks, bicycles and the ever present to someday be built pizza oven. I can not think of a better way to spend a rainy spring afternoon, here, in the garage painting bee boxes.

Retro Avocado. That's the color I've chosen. It will blend nicely with the garden. I envision this hive, this lovely hive with the copper roof, nestled between my black-eyed susans. Bees buzzing in and out, pollinating, organizing, creating. An old screen door with gloriously faded and chipping paint will sit along the backside of the house, screening the view from our neighbors.

Have I found this screen yet? No. But it will come. It will come.

I go inside and, pretending I am the wind, tickle my tomato seedlings. Then I pick up a beeswax foundation, press it to my nose and breathe deeply. Ah! Honeyed wax. An infusion of pure joy!

I am excited to see what will become of this year's garden. I have high hopes. Hopes for tomatoes and cucumbers and basil and honey. Dreams of canning and pastes and jams.

Will it come to fruition? Only time will tell. Preparation, good weather and a pinch of luck are all necessary. I vow to take each day as it comes. To appreciate each moment for what it is.

And today I am doing just that. Today life is good.