Digging in the dirt...

Tending the sweet earth... ...can you smell her?! Bright pink blossoms blanket my doorstep, float in through the skylights. Sunshine dancing in and out of clouds...

Wild weeds grow strikingly green through last years leaves still buried underneath. Digging under, clearing the dead away before Mother Earth has a chance to swallow them. Fresh, damp earth. Clean, vulnerable. A blank slate for the new plants coming through. I leave some "weeds" - the useful ones: dandelions, pennyroyal, malva, yarrow...

My salad seemed a bit sparse today, so I wandered into the yard and helped myself to some of the bitter greens. Pungent, and alive, I feel a bit stronger having eaten from the wild...