Travel is great but coming home is the defining moment of any trip. While I was away for 3 weeks my backyard suffered the neglect of my absence. It is now a brittle mass of dying grass.
Without the life giving potential in every raindrop, we have a barren landscape. My backyard reminds me that I am important. My backyard reminds me that I am the caretaker of a small eco-system. When the rains are few and far between it is me who provides for the life in my garden. Without my presence, without my assistance and my persistent love and care, my garden died.
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