The sun is light because there are eyes to see it.
~ Alan Watts
Tumeric and Ginger
In the growing season it is a struggle for me to balance my love wander and my love of growing things.. from inside here the mockingbird was busy filling the air with the song of both the phoebe and the great crested flycatcher (who arrived a few weeks ago). His give away was the repeats and the change of song. The shadows cast from the pine trees outside are my memories of gathering pecans with my family as a little girl. In the growing season wandering simply happens outside my front door, in my greenhouse, in the garden. There is much to see and do and there are new friends to make and old friends to welcome back. Winter wandering is expansive.. it is about space, about rest, and breath.. spring wandering is infinite curiosity, observation, awareness.. it is about activity, life, and growth.
Antique
Observing Nirvana is like locating silence.
~ Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
White Clover
He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature.
~ Socrates
