Black Locust

When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

~ Mary Oliver

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Who is who?

All of my childhood I wanted a bullfrog friend. My mom brought me tadpoles two years that yielded the bullfrog I call Leo. This year, there are three bullfrogs in my small pond. Two are always together and this one is always alone. I no longer know who is who. Last year I could tell them apart due to size. This year, they all look the same. I love having them as neighbors.

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It’s Garden Season

Odd as I am sure it will appear to some, I can think of no better form of personal involvement in the cure of the environment than that of gardening. A person who is growing a garden, if he is growing it organically, is improving a piece of the world. He is producing something to eat, which makes him somewhat independent of the grocery business, but he is also enlarging, for himself, the meaning of food and the pleasure of eating.

— Wendell Berry

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Trillium

My tears watered my soul and gave me strength to bloom.

~ Qasim Chauhan

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Who is who?

Waking up to who you are requires letting go of who you imagine yourself to be.

~ Alan Watts

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