Whether golden or grey
Is always full of promise
be it city sounds or sea
Or the still mountain
The morning is new
The morning is hope
Intentionally Poetic
Whether golden or grey
Is always full of promise
be it city sounds or sea
Or the still mountain
The morning is new
The morning is hope
Peas, beats, collards in damp warm soil.
Indoor spinach early fall.
Winter’s lettuce, arugula, cilantro.
Turnips.
First there was a black president, then came a woman and a “radical” who may take the seat. It was too much for them, they had to March on Washington, to protest. A fragile, collected group of rich old men who grapple with their fleeting power. They are holding a sit in at the White House, but don’t worry, we are strong in numbers and in our hearts and they will give up (or die) soon enough.
I’ve been on this earth roughly 10,000 days..I thought it would be more.
He loves bringing me roses stolen from someone else’s garden.