I wrote this post for the gardening blog where I also play. Take a look! www.backyardfarming.blogspot.com. I'd love to get more readers for the blog.
My words here are spare, the distillation of grander thoughts. Like a seed at the end of one harvest, I guess, able to sprout into another. Who (whom?) am I kidding? I'm not that deep. Anyway, is it weird to be pleased with a string of words? Thanks for reading.
I'm amazed that seeds can transform from a pebble in a little boy's pocket to food for his tummy.
I'm amazed that a baby robin -- so new out of the nest that it doesn't yet know how to fly -- nevertheless knows how to run, and when that isn't enough, how to puff itself up something fierce to scare off a curious, playful dog.
I'm amazed at these things, and my own instinct is to smile and be grateful for my backyard piece of this beautiful world.
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