Saturday, August 8, 2026

Farm days

 The fields

Are where

Nature

Teaches

Us humans

Who’s boss


For every weed

Picked

It seems another

Appears


Farm work 

Might cleanse

My soul

But tests

My mind

With every 

New step

I take


When the work

Is done

The shower

Rains down

On tired bones

And who knew

Cold water

And lavender soap

Would make 

Me feel 

As if 

The lottery jackpot

Was mine

At last


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6 comments:

  1. ChristineAugust 8, 2026 at 8:22 AM

    Lovely

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  2. Martha Jane OrlandoAugust 8, 2026 at 8:26 AM

    Beautiful sentiments here. So true!

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  3. Lowcarb team memberAugust 8, 2026 at 1:46 PM

    Lovely words and I like smell of lavender soap :)

    All the best Jan

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  4. HappyKAugust 8, 2026 at 3:24 PM

    Lovely to read your words.

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  5. Modrina Neba - Blue skyAugust 9, 2026 at 12:09 AM

    Ohh so beautiful...Good Sunday, Andreja!

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  6. kiwimeskreationsAugust 9, 2026 at 2:22 AM

    Beautiful 'word scenes' Regine - my (urban) garden also seems to sprout weeds as fast as I pull them!!
    Blessings
    Maxine

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