Striving, yearning for the touch of sky, aching with blue. We all desire to be heavy with colour, and climb towards it. But to grow is the journey, and pushing will only make our stems weaker, and our leaves unhappy with their slow un-blue greening. Let the river of sap make its own way, and pay no attention to those who worry about vertigo; for it is just as good to look down as it is up, soil and sky, earth and heaven are sisters to our souls.
Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017