Thursday, February 4, 2010
The smell of lavender lingers in the air as large bright bees buzz between strands of grass and lavender flowers. The gate pulls me in, inviting me to explore beyond it and the bare trees speak to me. They call my name loudly and inform me of their importance. They are great and although they are bare, they are far from dead. They are intensely alive! Do they speak to you? What do you think?