We call it the Rescue Garden. Samantha was around 9 years old, the corporation that owned the land behind us was clear cutting the forest we had walked through her whole life. She and I walked down through the woods one afternoon after the pulp cutters had left and dug up wild iris and anything else that we could carry back to the house. It's a tiny garden, but one filled with love and hope.
That's what I wish for the world tonight, love and hope...and healing.
Tuesday, March 24, 2020
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Definitely a work of love !
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