Going away

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It’s funny the rain, when you’re going away, driving you backwards making you stay. Each raindrop a something forgotten to do, or just one more phone call, or visit or two.
Leaving you heavy with burdens behind, yet, given time, evaporates away – much like the worries and cares of the day.
So I’m leaving, getting out and going away –
I may come back someday, one-day, – Monday?

I’ll be Forrest gardening if you need me, with Martin Crawford, down in deepest Devon, just far enough away!
Looking for a new perspective, what better than permaculture to give you that!