Soak up the sun
Affirm Life's magic
Be graceful in the wind
Stand tall after a storm
Feel refreshed after it rains
Grow strong without notice
Be prepared for each season
Provide shelter to strangers
Hang tough through a cold spell
Emerge renewed at the first sings of spring
Stay deeply rooted while reaching for the sky
Be still long enough to
hear your own leaves rustling
I have just returned from my country woods. Who else but One Woman and a fellow gardener would be excited over the rich soil.
My road was being bulldozed and a small site. The soil is almost black.
Over how many hundreds of years has this soil been left to grow rich on its own. The rotting leaves and land being left undisturbed has resulted in the rich and almost black soil. I could push my hand down many inches in this wonderful soil. Did not want to return to the city.
Almost wished I had a tent to see what critters would emerge over the following hours.
Some sharing this late afternoon from One Woman on her Journey