Thanks June, i’ve got the sickness. Nasty in the head, throat, ears and eyes. Straight rain for 2 days at the end of my favorite summer month? Christ. So… while I’m on the mend, I take to our newly implanted garden. Spending the day romping through our front fields, digging in the dirt so I can spread the wild seeds. Flowers that I don’t intend tending to. Let them be… thats what wild implies does it not?
Gardening in floral dress: much better than any pair of shorts out there. Easy, breezy and oh so pretty. Today reminds me of my cousin. When his mother asked him that dreaded question… “what do you want to be when you grow up?”… naturally he says…”I am.” (insert should shrug). Bravo. Just watched a documentary on Tolstoy… hence the title of this post. Today, I focus on being. Toot a loo.
“Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.”William Wordsworth
Xx Amy I don’t blame Coco either. I appreciate that her right eye is a bit bigger than her left… makes me feel less alone.