Planting my own seeds and watching them grow is a magical experience. The mystery of new life and the goodness that it brings simply amazes me. It might seem silly but in some way I have connected with the seeds that I've planted. I find joy in their tender shoots and sadness when they don't grow. I've noticed that this connection comes easily to my children. They rejoice at the sight of a new bud and rush to give water to wilting stalk. I think that simplicity and attentiveness allows a child to be more aware of these special connections, something that we adults should strive to rediscover.
Joining the Barn Hop.
Joining the Barn Hop.
I feel the same way. Planting had been going on here too :)
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