I walked on the streets of New York My feet touching the common ground of others It doesn’t matter what face we have, what color we share we all have to pick it up what we leave behind Good or bad it all comes around
Backyard project
A sunny place like this is for humans so now all the bushes are gone and all the wild plants of raspberry moved to another spot in the garden. What to do now? I don’t really know. Digging is meditation so time will tell.