I love coming home to this backyard situation. Behind the fogs were hard working farmers we used to greet hello every morning they pass by our home. In many ways, we are all like them. The world in which we live is our field. Our time, talent, and skills are our seeds. The crops that we harvest are the fruits from the seeds we have sown.
When you turn pressure into pleasure, you’ll enjoy every detail of it.💚
To more scraps turned into something creative. Less waste and more of being true to self.✨
I fancied myself a rebel even in my younger years, it’s about time to make good on it. Love and light to you all. 💕
Spotted! A facade to love 💕