Of butterflies and bees, mosquitos and fireflies, colourful leaves and persistent roots.
Of transplanting, harvesting and weeding, of wet mornings and evening lights. Of spectacular patterns, and wild complexity.
Six chickens in a caravan and twenty meters of nursery irrigation. Of deep conversations and uplifting laughter.
Fuzzy fungi and symmetrical flowers. Cheerful green and aggressive red.
Of a being that is hard to grasp, easy to follow, beautiful to observe.

“Dare to declare who you are. It is not far from the shores of silence to the boundaries of speech. The path is not long, but the way is deep. You must not only walk there, you must be prepared to leap.” (Hildegarda von Bingen)

Summer snapshots. Of comings and goings, planning and winging, care and abundance.

Of old visitors and fresh landscapes. Of tending a language, learning a garden. Hidden chaos, inexplicable order.

Of allowing oneself to be weak, while remembering to be strong. Of knitting the threads and tying the knots. Being tired but pushing through.

All the eggs in one basket, a river of squash, a carpet of onion, a book and a song.

Of saying arrivederci, “o no?”

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Don't judge every day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant. (R.L.Stevenson)