My daughter notices me there in my tiny 5x8 and says,
"Mum, you look, you look,,um, you look, look, um, nice. Can I take your picture? You look like, well, like...um..." I say, "..in my element?"
"yeah," she snaps the shot.
Here I am in my element. It's really not mine. It's our mother's, we're this little part, but...It's just that we are so far removed from the earth as a collective whole, that some old lady enthralled in the bit of garden she's loved{is loving} isn't easy to discribe for the most part. It's not in our vocabulary much anymore. It's the same when we hike, bike and horseback ride in the country. How many of us would even attempt it?
My hope is that more and more people that would not even think of some simple truth of nature put into action can have that blessing upon them. Our inner cities folks, our urban and suburban have all become matrixed to the computer or tv screne{play on them there words, screne vs. scene as in natural scenic scene}.
Park trips for the sedintary!
I am just as bad, hence the 5x8 bit of mother earth's delight I have. If it weren't for these destractions, I'd have a little shanty garden I never had to leave. Oh yeah, leaves. I am out of here. :D Yet....
My daughter loves the mountains, but for shame, I have not found a way{not yet} to incorporate it productively speaking; and being a woman, women I don't know how to productively teach her how to safely enjoy stopping and smelling the world.
She'll describe this time of year in sences, I/We do have that.
Now, We thinks we'll go pick lavender and cedar for oil. Clean the porch production area where our earth becomes delectables for our tables. I, we, like the greens of lavendar much more than the flowers for our oils and salves. Then maybe we can dig roots. I need my mallow and the dandelions some. Rumage through the leaves to find some hawthorne leaves for things. Then maybe we/I can get some other items for teas and salves and such as well! ©Allisonians
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