I am planning my garden plot already, I miss the smell of fresh herbs, the free moving as i bend over.
The weeding, the weeding that is so meditative.
The meeting of memories of Ruby and the feelings I get from seeing the first green peeping from the earth, I have raked and formed and turned.
Looking forward to the smell of warm earth, the touch of tomato branches against my arms.
Named for my Mother this is about my first summer gardening. It is about SOUL work.
summer 2010
"You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming." — Pablo Neruda
