I Go to the Woods Alone...
I
don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the
old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides,
when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as
motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned.
I
can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you
very much.
Growing plants is the best thing to do. Nice photos of the plants. Keep writing more. Thank you.
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