grace grits and gardening

ramblings from an arkansas farm girl

Keep Going…

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GBE:2 Week 113 Photo Writing Prompt… Wrong Way, Go Back
The voice living inside my head bores into my thoughts saying wrong way, go back. 
She whispers wrong path, bo-rrrr-ing, no one is interested in following your tales. 

Go
back
to
something
safer.
As I free-write in my journal, I’ve learned to silence her muttering with my pen. 
Beyond pot holes and washed out gravel at the far end of the most overgrown road live the most compelling ideas and inspiration.
The only wrong way is sitting still and doing nothing.
talya
“When you don’t know where to start, just go to a place you miss so much.” 
― Toba Beta

feel of the farm

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feel of the farm, Mississippi County, Arkansas

In the next field beyond the ditch, a crop duster hums and glides like a dragonfly. Two lemony butterflies flit and dart between soybean plants, keeping pace with my morning walk. Kildeer spring from the rice field then circle overhead warbling a high-pitched tune.

The road is rough and uneven, clotted with chunks of earth mixed with stalks as dry as autumn wheat. I smell the musty aroma of our soil, the great bridge between  past and future, life and death, the place where all living things return.

Although the sun has only begun to peep through the trees lining the far ditch bank, a sultry day builds.

Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.

Climb the day, Drop your dreams, Possess the day.” 
― Gail Carson Levine

Food. Farm. Garden. Life.

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