"We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon,
and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden."
Joni Mitchell
Woodstock
7:30
I'm out in the rows of my garden, taking it all in. The water drop call of the brown headed cowbird brings my attention to the drops of dew sprinkled over the leaves. I notice that while some rows are impeccably tended
