Sighting:
Listening:
My soul leapt while listening to M'appari, Tutt'amor. I had to close my eyes.
Touching:
My soul leapt as my hands scrunched a skein of soft black wool, velvety softness to knit into a pair of fingerless gloves.
“I love my garden, and I love working in it. To potter with green growing things, watching each day to see the dear, new sprouts come up, is...