And I was going to be rich, richer than I could ever have imagined.
Upon closer inspection, I realized the seed heads were not made of gold. But I still felt rich, richer than I could have ever imagined because I have my own garden with this lovely clematis in it.
Looking at those seed heads, I no longer saw the weeds, the plants on the patio waiting to be potted up, the vole trails snaking through the garden. I didn't feel the breeze that was too hot for June or hear the unmistakeable, machine-like whining of a mosquito.
I forgot about the bags of mulch waiting patiently for me to lug them about the garden, the plants wilting in the hot mid-day sun, the peas ready to be harvested.
All I saw were those pretty golden sead heads.
All I felt was the happiness of having a garden and of being a gardener.
I am indeed rich, richer than I could ever have imagined.