I was so tired last night but I needed to write those feelings down before I could rest. It has something to do with this lifelong passion for nature, I think.
I'm like the tree that needs to be firmly rooted in the ground and can only survive if the sun can find me.
I think chicory grows there, yes. It's blooming right now, but it's a little modest and doesn't put on as big a show as something like goldenrod. It does need sunshine, too, so you might not find it deep in the woods. Look for the nickel sized blooms, bright sky blue. And its root goes all the way to China.
And aren't those steps something, man made but perfectly blending right into the earth.
Thanks Vic.
