After a week away, it always feels good to come home.
So much changes in a week.
More weeds.
Grass in major need of mowing.
I look around and see work.
But its my work, and I choose it.
I choose the weeds and the dirt over panty hose and paper,
the color of iris over the taupe of cubicle walls,
rain, wind and sunshine over air-conditioned buildings with windows that cannot be opened.
I choose gardens, home-grown vegetables, stained knees, and dirty fingernails.
I am so lucky that I have the option.
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| All the bearded iris bulbs were a wedding present from Uncle Ralph and Fran. |
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| Iris from Walster Way Iris Garden: Maltby, Washington |
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| Reminds me of a creamsicle |
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| One of my favorites |
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| Russian iris. (Not from Uncle Ralph) |
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| Peas! |
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| Strawberries! |
Good to be home!
