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Sharing moments of Stillness and Silence
When I consider the critter who left this behind I wondered how long it was there...
Did it take the acorn from the leaves in the garden? Or did they come from a tree in the yard?
Looking at the spot it seems like a pretty good vantage point from the place this rock is in the yard...
Does it eat here often? Or have I just missed it?
I hope it was a yummy acorn...
This oil can belonged to my grandfather - who was my best friend when I was little girl. He was a mechanic and ALWAYS smelled like oil. I have wonderful memories of being in his garden with him and trying my best to help him work on cars using this oil can - I don't think I ever got to actually pour the oil but I was happy to bring it to him when he needed it. Today this oil can stands perfectly as a token of my history - my roots - in our garden where I still tend the land he and I once tended together.
I believe February may be my favorite month of the year with so much life stirring remarkably silent.
The air is cold and the sun is warm
the perfect intermingling of the seasons.
In the quietest moments
life bursts forth from the darkness
into the light.
There is much potential and possibility in a small bud.
Look closely at the trees, at the shrubs, at life...
It's all there waiting for the conditions to be right to burst forth!
Things have been kind of quiet in our world of Adventure Seeking. Instead our current adventure is building our garden.
