One of Those "Moments"

I'd almost finished weeding and pruning one particular area of the vegetable garden. The perennial wallflowers were trimmed and the bog sage slashed. Their excesses were loaded onto the wheelbarrow. Cumulonimbus clouds were approaching fast from the west and now and again, with distant muffled rumbling. The puppies circled me constantly, stopping frequently between the rake and I, causing me to pause and reassure them "..it's allright, puppies, we'll go indoors before the rain comes..."

Excitedly, and in anticipation, they rushed off to the back verandah, waiting for an invitation inside. I was left alone in a secluded area of the garden near one of the arbours, surrounded by greenery. Looking over to the orchard, I watched lacy-brown apple leaves rise and fall, rise and fall and twirl to the ground. The willow tendrils were swaying. Noisy parrots and cockatoos argued overhead. There was the steady, burring, methodical sound of the ride-on lawnmower, operated by the Machinist in the paddock beyond; a comforting sound, almost rhythmic. A strong fragrance of roses and mint flirted in the cool air - together... Soft, gentle raindrops fell on my chin, and as I tilted my head heavenward, more fell on my eyelids...