I wish you would walk with me out into the world.
I wish you could see what has to happen, how
each one crackles like a blessing
over its thin children as they rush away.
“Milkweed” by Mary Oliver
My first time seeing milkweed ever was in November and when hearing of Mary Oliver’s passing this evening, I thought of this photograph I took of the milkweed with her poem in mind. A beautiful soul who left us beautiful words.
No 3 of our land trilogy. The walnut trees having shed their leaves contrast with the background. This area is gradually becoming a natural pond with a medicine and herb garden. It has been re-landscaped and starting to grow wild flowers and rye grass. Apparently not much grows under walnut trees. #2cbeyond#sazesvelho#quinta_do_soito