I am in need of the springtime. Of le printemps.

I am in need of dirt-time. Of spend time outdoors, hearing the birds. Of walking around the garden and seeing new things coming up. Pulling things out too… that’s necessary.

Aaahhh… a breath in, and then a breath out. Slow it all down, girl. Slow it down.

To counteract the craziness of an overly “connected” world, the garden is the place for me.