I had my lunch in a woods today. Away from the madness of a construction site. Listening to the creaking of branches and the rustling of leaves. I'm in a "forest" of sycamore and Japanese knotweed, behind the scenes of the "real" garden and I a contemplating komorebi. And yuugen. And wabi-sabi and shinrinyoku. All these Japanese words that put a name on the feelings and experiences in nature I never had words for. I am forest bathing, watching the light playing on the ground as it breaks through the rustling leaves.
I am really hoping no one finds me here.
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Beauty. Function. Nature. Stewardship.
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