I live on a sea of sand and alkali patches, in a barren desert, at the far end of a small sprawling community in Northern Nevada. Desolate, wind swept country. This is my hard won slice of paradise. Against all odds, I cultivate trees, flowers, vegetables, peace and contentment. This is my garden in the sun.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
'nisht loz'n zikh unteen a yokh iz gringer vi es arinter tsivarfen.' It's easier to refuse a yoke than to throw it off.