Today I washed vegetables fresh from the garden. I marveled at how the colors came to life as the dirt circled down the drain. I longed to be somewhere on a small farm, apron around my waist, kneeling in the dirt, gently cutting fresh vegetables and fruit from the vine.
How astounding to feel the difference between a store bought tomato and a fresh picked one. The latter feels so much more vulnerable.
It rained this afternoon.
Hi. I'm stopping by to invite you over to the Arkansas Women Bloggers site. We'd love to have you link up with us, and we're always looking for guest posters if you're interested.
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Cheers,
Fawn