This past week, I have enjoyed work to complete a book on yurts, gardening and looking for primative campsites in Vermont. High on ridges, short drives from Monpelier, water runs clear and cold from melt of winter snows. First days of high summer came last week, lilacs blooming and garden sprouting inspite of nights of frost. My seed reminded me that Life is not potential, forever safe encased in hard seed covers, but risk, chancing a bad outcome in reaching for growth and light.
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