I dream-

of green...

I’ve never been to King, North Carolina, and I’ve never set foot in Mitchell’s nursery, but one of their good customers brought me this tee, so I can fantasize. In another stream of being, I might have thrived as a nurseryman and been quite happy spending my life at it. However, my reality is to be a scribbler and a mumbler and plant and prune and propagate around the edges of my life.

I do keep a garden, which is an endless source of pleasure and enlightenment. it is full of green life right now that manifests from time to time in audacious flowers, also stories and poems and homilies. Even when we wander, our hungry heart keeps pulling us back to center.

Walk in hope-

-henry