"My great-aunt Alice, Miss Rumphius, is very old now. Her hair is very white. Every year there are more and more lupines. Now they call her the Lupine Lady. Sometimes my friends stand with me outside her gate, curious to see the old, old lady who planted the fields of lupines. When she invites us in, they come slowly. They think she is the oldest woman in the world. Often she tells us stories of faraway places.
"When I grow up," I tell her, "I too will go to faraway places and come home to live by the sea."
"That is all very well, little Alice," says my aunt, "but there is a third thing you must do."
"What is that?" I ask.
"You must do something to make the world more beautiful."
"All right," I say.
But I do no know yet what that will be.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Dirt under my nails

For the last few days I have been working it out in my garden. Let’s be honest it’s a very modest piece of the earth, but somehow to me it means the world. The plants, the weeds, and most of all the dirt speak to my soul. The order and disorder, or maybe the simplicity – is fantastic.
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