May 10, 2018

When the weeds grow on my grave

don’t break your hoe, baby!

Let them grow wild

wild like me, baby!

I put my hands in dirt last weekend. The weeds grew wild over the past two years while the garden has rested. It is deeply touching and sobering to dare to skin off the earth in the preparation of the soil for a plan different than the master plan of nature. It is a statement and a promise th...

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