It starts with a feeling.
It was the electric feeling that spring green generates. A throwing open of arms. A big deep breath.
Something new for a moment, then you can not separate it from the moment before . Or the moment after.
Ghosting. A bit about that over here.
No time for gardening. But then, this is gardening for now.
We cleared. Worked hard to maximize a bit of lawn (really not just grass) space and clear the hill.
Nothing planted. Still so much to eat. Wild salad and berries at forest's edge.
Some perennial herbs along the rock ridge.
Keeping growth low around the house minimizes ticks and mosquitoes.
With timing so unsettled and road trips pending, this will work just fine.
I offer you simply green as I stitch a few things together in my mind.
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