Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Tuesday, July 08, 2014
Garden in July
1 comment:
grandma cindy
said...
Your garden looks lovely. How nice to be able to eat things that are the fruits of your own labor. Good work!
1 comment:
Your garden looks lovely. How nice to be able to eat things that are the fruits of your own labor. Good work!
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