A healthy body wants only what it needs. A healthy mind acts accordingly.
The stars were still bright at four this morning. Even then I could hear robins singing up the street. No shoes or socks: I was listening with my feet.
Red, purple, pink: three big barrels of geraniums, three plants in each. They join us at each meal. Being geraniums is an art: sometimes we are in the barrels, and the geraniums are at the table, smiling at us as birch catkins tickle our leaves.
April 22, 2021
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