Nourishment, the winter garden

Cold breeze and warm morning sun

The pure simple pleasure of splitting wood

The crack of the axe and the smell of the walnut

Set free from the center of its core.

Exhilaration, upon breathing deep

From the effort and pleasure

Of a simple life well lived

Wanting and needing so little else

But for the harvest of nature’s gifts.

What more can I ask for?

The Lord is my Shepherd.

I want for nothing.

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