This is a statue in my neighborhood. It is literally with in a 30 second walk from my front door.  I have passed it countless times.  I think I may have even photographed her once or twice, but today was something else.  Her cold stone face, with long double braids was adorned with a warm lost knitted cap.  She looked much less cold than usual.  We cool stone skin was kept a bit warmer.  At least a bit warmer until the owner of the lost cap finds it again resting atop her head.  Still this other sculpture has captured my heart, but this one did for the time that she was wearing the knitted cap.

me and my girl

I have been thinking about this a lot these days.  That in ancient times the first fruits of the harvest were given over to the priest of the the temple to be offered.  We have lost touch with our roots and connection to the land.  When do we plant, when do we harvest has all been lost to those that live in the metropolises of today.

I struggle to find those connections being a city dweller myself.  I maintain a simple patio garden filled with fruit and spice plants.  I have re committed myself to tending my plants more closely this year as a way to keep some connection with the biorhythms of the earth.

Keep on finding that connection.  Take care of your garden.  You are the master of the fields if you choose to be.