Moving, moving, I have kept moving today. From tasks to walk to more tasks. Mostly outside, my spirit has been restless, not exactly filled with anxiety but more a sense of fretful discomfort.
Nothing I have done today has amounted to anything at all for this world and yet, I am not sure that is my job at all. Such a sense of power, we humans have! We can change the world!
Well, I fucking can't.
Here. I weeded this bed in which I planted the ferns, dug up from the woods and brought back, a few at a time from walks. I planted the camellias and the Ash Magnolia which is about to bloom.
The sun is going down. The light is fantastic.
Time to cook again.