Garden Sweat

Today, sweat is upon my brow cooled by cloudy breeze. Russian olive trees, in full bloom. wafts ancient scent in cords.   Cake-like dirt clings on my knees, joints ache from digging. While crows call, call, call… and last of cricket frogs simply sing.   Their melody is of comfort for they’ve found a mate;Continue reading “Garden Sweat”