I realize I am not in the adventure tribe. It must be why the solace of garden is my pleasure, green stuff miniscule like chamomile in the gravel of the driveway and oaks rooted in the same place for hundreds of years. Old skills of thread and wild flowers that defy truck tires~~ That's enough excitement. "Out there" belongs to a different race of beings who delight in unknown. Plenty for everyone.
I realize I am not in the adventure tribe. It must be why the solace of garden is my pleasure, green stuff miniscule like chamomile in the gravel of the driveway and oaks rooted in the same place for hundreds of years. Old skills of thread and wild flowers that defy truck tires~~ That's enough excitement. "Out there" belongs to a different race of beings who delight in unknown. Plenty for everyone.
Love the play on words in the title and menage-ing!