Mother’s Day weekend was spent enjoying Mother Nature.
Seeds for wildflowers were scattered, Black-eyed Susan seeds were planted.
A tiny garden laid out, with hopes pinned on cucumber and zucchini seeds.
Sacrifice was made in the form of a tall tree whose trunk was damaging our roof.
Birds sang and flew around inspiring bright delight.
Leaves and grasses danced in the wind, dappling ground and deck with light and shadow.
Gutters relieved of decaying debris, releasing runnels of brown water down the spouts.
And this morning, a box turtle greeted me as I made my way to my Grounding Tree.