Today I had a weeding day in my garden, weeding, not wedding:) There’s no end to it, wherever I clear a patch, something new takes its place. But that’s the way of nature.
Even the smallest weeds insist on being seen.
Finding their place in the smallest spaces.
Land snails carry their eyes at the tips of their upper tentacles and can withdraw them when disturbed. 
Drops of water resting on new growth. 
Nature’s design, never identical. 
Their lower tentacles help them sense their surroundings, guiding their slow and careful movement.
Life in my garden moves in many ways. It grows, it spreads, and it withers, while other lives slowly wander by, often unnoticed. I found this quiet wanderer on my passion vine.
Shaped by nature, collected by hand, returned to the garden.
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