This is what the earth elemental was calling me for today. Good grief do I grammar much?
Whimsy in my garden? Or sign posts for travelers in time and space?
I love my garden so much, 30 degrees this a.m. could not keep me from the clear sky, the warm caress of the sun. I.must.garden...
Collecting branches to weave a small fence. The small growing green things bring a fuckton of joy and revelation.
Whimsy in my garden? Or sign posts for travelers in time and space?
I love my garden so much, 30 degrees this a.m. could not keep me from the clear sky, the warm caress of the sun. I.must.garden...
Collecting branches to weave a small fence. The small growing green things bring a fuckton of joy and revelation.
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