Today my appreciation goes out to all the trees in my garden: the trees that bring birds, seeking shelter from the winter winds, or those that come to feast on swaying seed pods; the trees that loll in the late afternoon sun creating patterns on the walls, the carpet, my face; the tree that hangs heavy with luminous yellow lemons, I pick the plumpest one for my fried fish.
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| Lemon tree in the Wordsmith House garden. Photo by Kirsten Cliff. |
I'm giving away a book as part of my practise of gratitude and abundance this month; plus it's my birthday! Check out the details of how to get in the draw
here and more about why I'm writing "small stones of gratitude"
here.
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