My daughter's post
"At the end of a Spring day
you should smell like dirt."
this ancient one at the edge of the woods
is ready for you.
Also another poem
Do not lose
your desire to walk
Every day I walk myself
into a state of
and walk away from every illness
I have walked myself into
my best thoughts
and I know of
that we cannot walk away from it
So this one picked up her cane and walked on Sunday
and plan on doing this daily....
Where I now walk is different
no longer down the long gravel drive
and on the country road
Now closer to the cottage
where hopefully there is nothing to stumble on.
Another beautiful day is approaching
and what is different this Spring
are not the thoughts
of what else can I plant
But what else can I make easier to care for....