tiferet shebnetzach
Talking with my mom on the way to the co-op, which is closed for Heroic Staff Day, I learn that we are intergenerational overplanters.
Tilling the soil in front of one garden bed before seeding marigolds, I touch worms, curious. Two pots of rooibos tea last all day.
I miss you when we don’t talk, especially on days like today, with all here quiet and good. I start knowing what I seek.
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