Fingers now scented with sage and rosemary, a kneeling gardener is lost in savory memories. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
A redwood tree sighs, tall, broad, contented. But the aspen tree has itchy feet—as winds blow, it bends, yearning to be a traveling man. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
The child began reading favorite stories of magic to the river, believing the tales would be carried to someone in need. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
Instead of deadlines and dread, my home now smells like strawberry-apple bread and joy. I should bake more often. – Dr.SunWolf, professorsunwolf.com
By the time one is eighty, it is said, there is no longer a tug of war in the garden with the May flowers hauling like mad against the claims of the other months. All is at last in balance and all is serene. The gardener is usually dead, of course. – Henry Mitchell, The Essential Earthman, 1981