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My path
There are small green spaces just between streets of Bristol that remind me of my childhood in the countryside. This is my way to the allotment.
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Wales
Every time I visit Wales, I leave a small bit of my heart there and I hope to come back and maybe even settle down one day.
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ARAF
ARAF (slow) is the only word I know in Welsh, but one day I hope to learn this pretty language. For now, ARAF is my little mantra 😉
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She owns us
Sooner or later Mother Nature reclaims everything – we should remember that.
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Summer?
Late summer/early autumn always surprises me in the U.K., but 2020 is different in many ways. Autumn seems to be here, but maybe we’ll get another round of spring or summer before the end of the year?
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You
“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
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It goes on
“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”
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Wales or Mars?
Quietly hoping Mars looked like this and we will find traces of life on it next spring. In the meantime, this is Wales.
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Freedom
No ones is free, until we are all free.
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Bliss
Our pond brings me so much joy! Just one glimpse and I relax. Our allotment plot neighbour was surprised to see weeds like salsify on our plot really concerned but we don’t grow veg to eat only, our plot is our joy and a happy place to actively reconnect with nature, help her a bit and practice mindfulness our way. So blessed with @bristolallotment at the moment.
