Good morning everyone, my thoughts are still lingering on the country roads. What is your feeling when you have wonderful opportunities to enjoy land that isn’t really cultivated and reconfigured by developers. We are denied access for our own safety,which in most cases, intellectually I understand.
I know that to many a well manicured lot is their goal. They work and slave to get it just right, to have each blade of equal height, and even cut in the same direction. Myself I am drawn to the wild grass, full of colourful leaves and textures from odd ball ” weeds”
Even today the age-old controversy on weeds and their benefits to society continues. Many cultures use plants that we call weeds, either in their culinary dishes, or as herbal remedies .. and and and. Still we spend millions of dollars on synthetic medicine, a lot of it that fails and is not successful. (we don’t get to hear about that too much) While what nature supplies us with, we question, and bicker over. In all life there is purpose. We need only look, or seek to see.
As humans, we seem to think that we are equal or better than Nature, Nature provided us with clean pure air, and what have we done to it over time.
I am rambling, it is October, I have gotten out my broom, and will start to polish the handle, it is well worn, but still useable. I certainly don’t sweep with it. Good heavens! brooms are for riding!!!
I obviously want to trespass, where for my own safety, I am to stay out. Norm, Cindy, Alex, someone please lend me a telephoto lense. Just kidding, I’ll be good, I know come Hallows Eve, I can wander, unseen, through the night %^&* wrings knarled hands long pointed nails painted inky black, with gleeful dielight, and with a devilish gint in her slanted eyes she hits – post- chuckling all the way…….