A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
| Enormous joy derives from honest toil while working with one's hands in garden soil to cultivate in harmony with land and get away from all that social roil. We're planting food and flower gardens grand and harvesting tomatoes to be canned beside a bed of blushing peonies, protecting earth like Mother Nature planned. The melody of buzzing honey bees in search of food among the cherry trees and salty perspiration soon reveal the Heaven sent delights we try to seize. When work day is finally done, we kneel to help a badly jaded spirit heal with tender golden corn on cob to boil when Mama cooks our special Sunday meal. Notes ▶︎ |