She stared at the sky threatening to rain and said, I know how you feel. Except, you’re allowed to cry and I’m not. They’ll tell me to be brave, but I just can’t. I want to be a cloud and burst into rain when I feel heavy, and answer to no one. Instead, she grit her teeth breathed in her rain and continued her walk.
We planted trees on Saturday and this makes me so happy. They are the first trees on my property and the first trees that have ever been mine. And trees are magical to me. We planted a peach tree, plum tree, and maple tree. Little blossoms perched on a branch, bristling in the wind, reaching for the sun. Soon you will be leaves and fruit to eat, but for now, you are beautiful. My peach tree blossoms Baby… Keep Reading