Then I came upstairs and caressed the plants in the windowsill. The limp leafed green salad bowl lettuce, the wild and crazy arugula, the tall and stately garlic, the round baby bottomed leaf broccoli, the spiked and jagged Kale. I love them all. And I moved the little rescued chair over to gaze at theContinue reading “The Alaska of Our Souls cont. From a previous post.”
Free from the barbed end of the whip the mare feels timid and afraid. Not knowing what to expect or how much worse it can get, she shakes her head in fear. Until she bows to the tender touch of one so pure of heart.