I’m going away to my ancestors’ land. My land. A place I last visited in 2019: a pandemic—and a whole other lifetime—ago.
Rolling hills.
Green, green, green.
Teal, lime, seafoam shamrock seaweed.
Mint, moss, sage and jade.
At the water’s edge.
On the rolling hills.
Across farms, behind cottages, tucked into roofs.
The breathing accent between wet stones.
Green that separates green: cultivated fields delineated by living fences.
It is to this geography of soil and heart that I journey—with glee, with peace, with a yearning soul.
I will return to this blog in mid-September. Until then, enjoy the Images of the Week that will arrive here each Wednesday morning.
