welcome to my morning….

Welcome to the morning of a season freshly turned, the delicious hush of all my gardens growing on their own ( feels like tucking in 35 children for their naps, all soundly sleeping for a hopeful chunk of time). My heart tiptoes into spacious bliss and,  timid at first, while I listen for a stir, I begin to unwrap the sweetness of a gentler…

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