life continues on

This morning I went composting

a typical Sunday afternoon ritual

but today is Thursday and my last time at the giving garden.

I walked around and listened to the bees buzzing, saw the blueberry leaves move in the wind, and listen to the birds chirping and the creek gurgling on its way.

I only started to come here this past semester, but I feel this garden running through my veins. And after I leave Chapel Hill, this garden and the work here will continue.

Life continues on.

This morning I went composting