Day: February 28, 2020
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proudly humble (?)
I saw cherry blossom yesterday, not once or twice but six times. It was the same bush, I was lost. I wanted to stop and take a photo but was focused on being unlost. It was a lovely reminder as always that Spring is almost here. One of my favourite arrivals into the garden is…
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least of these
I am broken years of words of sticks and stones they wounded me you did My womb is broken years of stuff too painful to speak they wounded me you did I am scarred years of pins of forks and knives they wounded me I did I am wounded but will rise up to take…
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after the storm
I went out after the storm a few weeks ago to assess the damage and instead found some wonderful examples of resilience. I was reminded of them last night when doing some admin work. crocuses amongst the graves crocuses under the willow a cabbage white (?) on the drive (?) The willow determined to grow…