The clay in her county is well known for its pottery.
Her bouquet of comfrey reminds me I've never once planted it myself.
The wicker arrived from a local junk shop a couple of summers ago.
Her childhood and most of adulthood were in subdivisions yet on acreage she wields latent powers, including the placing of livestock fencing.
Profoundly miserable in the subdivision, what if she didn't follow her soul to this acreage, instead going to a therapist?
Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
Pics taken at jobsite this month. Watching her is to bear witness. Providence in action. Humbling.