Places that Heal

   

       My mother's kitchen—

       plants are sprouting

       kefir is brewing

       bread is rising

       tea is steeping

 Mum sits down with a cup of tea. We talk and talk. She is so endlessly wise, so loving, so  effortlessly creative. 

 Outside, the boys help grandpa tend his little woodland, clearing deadwood, building bonfires, pruning wild apple trees.

watching grandpa roto-tilling...

...turning the wilderness into a garden...