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The Glass That Waited for the Breeze to Find the Garden🍷
It sat on the patio table.
Bright.
Still.
Watching the morning unfold.
One petal at a time.
The garden was waking slowly.
Soft sunlight.
Fresh dew.
Colors warming themselves.
Into full bloom.
But the glass remained patient.
Not for the sun.
Not for the flowers.
For the breeze.
The gentle kind.
The kind that carries the scent.
Rosemary and roses.
And then.
There it was.
A warm drift of air.
Light.
Playful.
Alive.
It moved through the garden.
Like a quiet invitation.
You reached for the bottle.
Not out of habit.
But because the moment felt open.
Breathing.
Ready.
The wine touched the glass.
A soft swirl of color.
And suddenly the whole garden.
Felt like part of the pour.
When Nature Calls the Sip:
Some wines belong indoors.
Some to candlelit evenings.
But others.
They bloom outside.
Among petals.
Among sunlight.
Among breezes that make the world.
Feel softer around the edges.
Daytime wine feels different.
It doesn’t whisper.
It dances.
The Taste of a Garden in Motion:
There’s a special kind of peace.
That only nature gives.
The quiet hum of bees.
The rustle of branches.
The soft sway of blooms.
That have nothing to prove.
This glass tasted like that.
Like the world moving gently.
Like a reminder.
That beauty is meant to be felt slowly.
Your Turn
Have you ever poured a glass because the garden felt too peaceful to interrupt?
Share it or drop a 🌸 if a gentle breeze has ever convinced you
to sip something beautiful outdoors.
Cheers🍷
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The Glass That Waited for the Breeze to Find the Garden🍷
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