Friday, April 29, 2016
Slow but steady
The rain was dense and the air so moist, that a few meters walk soaked her clothes almost throughly. She carefully rolled up the improvised cover on the primitive greenhouse and looked under it to see what could already be harvested. The feeling of picking the food one grows, regardless of how simple a selection it may be, could never be topped by any of the fancy, exotic ingredients that can be found on the shelves of a shop.
Nourishing. Grounding. Liberating.
In the very simplicity of such moments she found new breaths of life...