Friday, February 6, 2015

Dreaming about seeds.

Every morning I wake up and see my land out of my window. No neighbors, no strange cars driving by. Just my fences, my pond, my room to grow. I've started dreaming about gardens and greenhouses. Dreaming about fruit trees that I want to plant and compost. I feel oddly free here. Less stress and worry. Less pain. Less fatigue. I'm ready to be me again.

1 comment:

  1. I miss that. But both of our jobs require close in to work, and in the city. There will be such land in a few short years when I retire. I can't wait. Enjoy every minute of it.


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