“My Village,
The one i live in,
and the one that lives in me.
Pretty birds,
The whistle of the squirrels
The blowing wind,
The smell of grass,
And-
This spicy earth.
Friends like those village men
and the cattle down near the river,
and those blossoming flowers
The sky so big,
so full of shifting clouds
and then those clouds
creep-
over the fields…
making the green,
shine”
Poem by Ananda Gopan
I can pretty much do my job anywhere in the world~~! ( just sayin’). It’s fantastic to be able to put work and pleasure together! This time I was so happy to have little people with their Mum in my hometown! I learned so much from them! It was great fun to have them about and some horticulture lesson gotten;)
Thank You for having me and see You next year;)
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