After the pilgrimage to the deep north, the soil under my fingernails is finally washed away, handprint whorls cleaned of weed juice stains, thorn wounds healed, aches and pains assuaged, and the worries and woes of this
languishing soul have lightened up.

Now I’m refreshed and glad to be back at Timo Garden. Everything is looking good even tho it’s been very dry. The tipi has been put up too in the meantime.

And the vegetables are growing fine.

Now is the time for watering. I wish I could have taken a bunch of rain with me from the mountains.