The ends of each little branch are just bursting with potential!
This is my first spring here, in the apartments. I miss having my own land, even though I've almost always rented. But I'm trying to adapt to sharing what is already here, including rules that prohibit doing anything on the land.
It may be that when we no longer know which way to go we
have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed.
The impeded stream is the one that sings. Wendell Berry