I’m leaving my rural office until November in the morning. I’m grateful for this place. Even the weeds. And the butterflies and bees that are drawn to the weeds.
I think I’ll get some beehives.
Shut up! Now you’re complicating things!
But, it’s just . . .
Stop it. Just be here. See the beauty before you.
I’m grateful for these weeds. For the beautiful things that are drawn to them. But mostly for the time with my parents. Yes, those folks who might mow down these weeds from time to time.
But not these weeds at this moment.
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