Sometimes, we grow up with an abiding affection for nature.
For
the small plants growing by the sidewalk down from our home . The turn of
the road , with its stand of Aspen, of Sumac, that glow golden come fall , and
feed wildlife all winter long.
As we age, we often become more aware. Of how those living things around us are actually in their neighborhood , and have been for generations.
We begin to develop the awareness of our rootedness, in that which preceded us , and that within which we are steeped.
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