It has been such a long time since I could spend time working on my gardens. My back or my knees stopped this activity that I loved. Weeding is not fun, but not being outside has given me hours of depression. One hour with the birds, chipmonks, and other creatures always awaken my soul. I can truly say that being in nature is my way of releasing my anzities, and sadness in my soul...
So this memorial day, I celebrate my return to my gardens, and return to have the strength in my legs, knees and back to work and weed and plant. Joy to thee world.
