I’ve just returned from a week-long family road trip to Alberta.
The land of wild roses, giant dandelion-like globes that I am mystified by, and glacial waters that call my heart to calm and new breath.
The body – in need of a readjusting to the rhythms of the farm.
To lifting, and bending, and yanking.
The soul – inspired once more by weeds.
They kinda are my thing.
Kingdom of My Heart
Wheelbarrow filled with buckets hungry for expatriated weeds, hands ready to hit the soil,
I plop to the ground beside the bed of rainbow carrots,
Knees up against the damp alleyway strewn with grass-suppressing burlap.
Ready to weed, I am!