Yesterday it was almost 70 degrees
and felt so good to have my hands in the dirt.
Pulled out some Winter weeds and even
transferred pieces of another plant.
Lavender in a pot looks healthy and green
hoping to see something of beauty
to take an image of.
I see nothing
just leaves, bare trees and limbs
It is like everything is sleeping.
When in the woods the thought
continually comes to mind
"what if these old scarred trees could talk."
Some objects I could not throw away
they sit about and guess resting.
The trees and different wild flowers sleeping and
I smile and wonder, why One Woman do you take an image
of yourself in an old mirror she placed
in the woods?
A small bowl of greens and turnips were picked
for evening meal. They continue to provide and these may be the last.
Monday morning predicted in the 20's
so it was so good to be outside,
feel the sun on my face
and even had lunch on the deck.
A magnificent sunset
ended another day
who lives at the edge
of the woods....