how the dirt inspires
I’ve been the most uninspired while my body’s working out the poetry of creating child. I saw the forsythia blooming all over town yesterday, and I keep thinking how much more I’d be writing if I could just be out in the wild a little.
Seth knows how to drive right to it. Down the road from here our church owns some property and she is sharing it with a local non-profit that we dearly love. The community comes together there to plant and harvest, to feed those of our own who have too little food.
Seth took the boys on Saturday, and even though I know that the music doesn’t backdrop the sweat in real life, I’m inspired by the work, and I thought you would be, too.