On a sweltering, overcast day in December we went for a wheel down to the river. We ate fish and chips with friends under a cotton tree with wide, spreading branches and yellow flowers; saw sea gulls, ibis with curved bills, slender she-oaks, and water lapping gently at the shore. My feet touched grass.
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Aloha Green Words, mahalo for stopping by The Canary Report. Your blog is delightful and I look forward to following. "My feet touched grass" has popped up twice now today-- this morning I was talking to my husband about a program in New York that takes inner city kids out to visit farms, where it becomes the very first time some of them have had their bare feet touch grass. That direct connection to the earth, to Earth, is so important for the health of the body, mind and soul. Aloha nui to you.
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