Friday - 08/06/2021 — Looking back, I find that I usually start each month with something about how wonderful Mama Earth is. I do all the things this picture says.
A morning isn’t complete with kissing Fuzzy Britches when she comes to greet me.
A walk through my yard isn’t complete unless I run my hand along the bark of a tree or bend to smell the flowers beside the path.
And dirt? Don’t get me started on how marvelous it is to come inside with that stuff under my fingernails after a session grubbing around on my knees.
Yes, I love Mama Earth. And I am proud of it.