Garden at Twilight
I cannot quite get over how captivating my garden is to me at this magical time of evening.
I cannot quite get over how captivating my garden is to me at this magical time of evening.
Joy fills me with each new sprouting plant. The renewal of life during spring in the garden is remarkable to my soul.
I went from not taking a few calls to blocking my sourdough starter’s number completely without even giving an explanation.
I have some pretty big life rocks. I’ve been carrying them around with me for a long time. Everywhere. Everyday.
It’s a bit of a mixed bag. While there may be some items that I need and want to keep, some difficult ones have been burdening me for far too long.
I don’t want to carry such a heavy load any longer. I don’t know exactly how or what is in the bag, but I know some of these rocks must go.