My first grasp of Julia’s garden is the courtyard, the direction of the sun, and the poppies that start to bloom the week I arrive. You will have to trust me when I say they are luscious, a magenta-pink, dancing like a skirt opening out to the world. Oh the lusciousness.
The earth as medicine.
The earth as medicine.
c. Z Soboslay 2015.
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