this lovely dirt

at the farm, my feet take me to places with no destination in mind.  the air is crisp and the sky blue.  

the vegetable patches at area 5 seem like small rivers of silver, sunlight reflecting back to the clear blue skies.  

the sun just showed itself today, after wonderful days of rain.  bwahahaha! 

my students are doing some farm chores, they are supposed to finish the plots and put the mulch on them by the end of the day, and they are laughing amidst the sound of the hoes and spades hitting the ground, tilling the wet earth!  farming must be such an enjoyable work and play.

and here i am, just walking with no destination in mind.  i am just walking because i have minutes to waste (?)  before i return to work (?), if doing ten more paintings before my solo exhibit, is work!  bwahahaha!

i take the muddy way in between the basil beds, sometimes i would hear splashing, when i step on a small puddle.  

i turn right and follow the muddy path with its left over splotches of yesterday's magnificent rain 

and i can see footprints of my poultry pets into the trees, away from the busyness.  the prints are just traces gone by, just like this day.

there are days i hurry the minutes on the clock, eager for it to end, and days i pray that never end.  it is good that the Force does not answer every prayer i make!  bwahahaha!  imagine the confusion as He hears me contradict myself!  does she?  or does she not want this day?  that is what He would whisper.  bwahahaha!

 

these lovely dirt paths have always been my way.  i do not know any other way, at least not now.  i always take the road i want to take, disregarding the sloppy mud and twisted roots.  

following my guide is my way, and sometimes those paths are quite muddied.  they are quite well-worn from others whose foot traffic have gone down this road before me.  they who have stumbled over the roots, slipped on the mud, and who have grasped for the hand to pick them up.  you can see their work in the bridges they have built.

i have built bridges and burned them down.  i have been brave and cowardly.  i have followed even when others do not see why i chose this path, but i am building endurance and the scenery is beautiful.  

i stop and take some photos.  my cam captures beauty with an amateur hand.  you would not find any pro shots in my pics.  

you will find, however, love.  love of the this lovely dirt, of the leaves that brown, and the moss that glisten under the shade.
on this crisp, clear day, i walk hand-in-hand with you.

thank you so much for the colours! 

ilysm! ♥ ♥ ♥