God might have made the earth bring forth
The ore within the mountain mine
The clouds might give abundant rain,
Then, wherefore, wherefore are they made,
Springing in valleys green and low,
Our outward life requires them not,
To comfort man, to whisper hope
I am a passionate gardener and seed-saver, who also enjoys playing the violin and accordion, running, spending time with my 4 golden retrievers, keeping chickens, photography, and reading.