Patrice challenged me to write about Earthly.
Here we are, grounded. And cannot do anything about it. Or at least, I could not dream to do. I am happy to be here, even thou to day I will be over the skies, over the Alps. I am earthly, and this is also my nature. I love the smell of the Earth ( or soil)and the taste of earth that we can find in beets and some pulses. Some may be more etheral as persons, I am earthly.
After the winter the Earth is seemingly dead. But that is only seemingly. Life is hidden beneath the dead surface, and with some warm winds, it will resurrect. Go to Patricie's blog for other posts with the theme Earthly