Lark

Love You Too from Lark...

Lark is in the garden and has completely lost track of time when you arrive.  The rescue dog is too old to bother getting up, and just barely opens his eyes before going back to his nap in the early afternoon sun. Lark has been out here since sun up, she says, and no wonder she is hungry. The vegan salad she has made for lunch is from the garden and she is so proud of her spinach, as it isn’t terribly bitter. 

Lark gets up out of the dirt and gives you a big hug and her unique smell that used to make you feel a little funny, now fills you with a feeling of hope for the world. The grass is long, because it is no mow May and for Lark it is no mow ever. Live and let live – every living thing. She laughs as she gets the sun tea that is brewing on the tree stump and makes her way through the yard in her bare feet so as to not disturb the worlds beneath her. C’mon Barlow, she calls to the rescue dog, explaining as she walks how she and Barlow came to be. She points out that the squirrels have been eating the bird food and that the robin that made her nest too close to the house won the argument that they had. 

You have lunch but are still a little hungry. The cookies she made for dessert taste like she made a lot of substitutions, because she did. Lark doesn’t waste anything, not sunlight, not dirt and certainly not the spinach that found its way into the cookies. She insists you take a few cookies when you leave, but you take much more than that: You are not here to save the world, you are just here to save your world.

Love you too Lark!