The stripling tree in the background is about seven or eight feet tall and is growing up between the sidewalk and the street. Just the thing to encourage thoughts of a return to Eden (see also under Sheri Tepper's wonderful book, The Family Tree). A slow green explosion...well, I can dream about the triumph of nature over civilization (especially when people are wandering around with those #%@**^ petroleum powered leaf blowers). What's your odd source of comfort?Here's a peaceful dream on Ruhezone
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Nice.
Dandelions comfort me. Both the yellow ones and the ones gone to seed.
What a great topic! And I have a strange answer. People with freezers and fridges on their well worn front porch. (I'm in ME) These are always the people who will help you with everything they have.
Don Leafote on my windowsill (without him, there´d been headlines by now in the local press: Berlin woman arrested for attacking leaf blower with bare fists...)
Check your e-mail for something(s) I find of subversive comfort. - Jeanne
feel things make me so happy as to see plants growing among asfalt , concret , ciment .
green hope ? yes , why not .
Sneezing and Twigs on the beach that resemble dinosaur bones.
Two sleeping faces, perfect child-skin, content. Checking them before I go to bed makes everything seem very right with the world.
Different story when they're awake.
I love you guys.
[chokes up]
we are creating a community herb garden outside the house on the footpath. People comment and stop, soetimes the rocket gets ripped out, but slowly slowly they will understand the nature of community gardens...
Nice one, and despite humans best efforts, there's no out foxing, Mother Nature ; )
My odd source of comfort? Not sure how odd it is, but probably my piano. All those notes - all the music that has been or will be written for it or invented on it, all its notes quietly rearranged in alphabetical order, just waiting.
Nature, if left untampered, will always conquer human-induced civilization. She will gloriously sprout through every crevice.
My source of comfort? Wind.
What an amazingly invisible stimulant.
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