There is something to be said for the experience of wandering around through creatures and things that one has lovingly tended to. The smell of fresh, healthy earth wafting up between the blades of grass and stalks of plants that I can not identify even if truly pressed. The way the sun dances across the leaves and petals of growing things that maybe I can eat. Maybe not. The iconic and prolific joy of picking the ones I can assuredly know to be sustenance. The shock of finding only half a worm. Yes, a stroll around Our Yarden is a special time. I hope you will find it special too…