The Government remains shutdown. Politicians pointing the finger of blame at everyone but themselves. People furloughed with no money coming in, joining the ranks of the already unemployed who have dropped off the roles months and perhaps years ago. It is at times like this, when I feel there is nowhere to turn, I head to my yard. There is a peace and comfort there I find nowhere else. The wind whispers through the trees and I can hear her voice. The sun dapples through the trees and makes patterns across the grass. I close my eyes and I hear the birds singing and squirrels chattering and somehow, some way, I know everything will be all right. It doesn't matter if it is acres or feet of land or a neighborhood garden or park. When times are tough, return to the land. For the land always remembers who you are. Power Place; keeper of the land and all things green.