I woke up this morning to the sound of sweeping, rhythmic and soft on the ears. There’s something soothing and almost archetypal about the sound. Strange how most gardeners here in our country, when unsure of what to do, inevitably reach for a broom and start sweeping. Perhaps the act of sweeping is an outer expression of that deep need in the human spirit to clear away and restore. Whatever it is I enjoy waking up to its gentle, yielding and almost whispering tone.
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