this made me smile, davie, as it evoked thoughts of warm summer evenings spent working in the garden. there is a certain sense of completion and tranquility in those times ... just as there is in your words here. those things, as much as what grows as a result of our cultivation, are the real rewards. beautifully done, davie ... just what I needed :)
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies. Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Learning to Fly -- Pink Floyd


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