<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
	
	>
<channel>
	<title>Comments on: The Garden</title>
	<atom:link href="https://beta.jewcology.com/2011/02/the-garden/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>https://beta.jewcology.com/2011/02/the-garden/</link>
	<description>Home of the Jewish Environmental Movement</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2015 16:55:51 +0000</lastBuildDate>
		<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
		<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
	<generator>https://wordpress.org/?v=3.9.40</generator>
	<item>
		<title>By: Deborah Klee Wenger</title>
		<link>https://beta.jewcology.com/2011/02/the-garden/comment-page-1/#comment-419</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Deborah Klee Wenger]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 07:08:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://jewcology.org/2011/02/the-garden/#comment-419</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[As an enthusiastic day hiker, I agree completely! There is no comparison between taking a two-mile walk through the fairly urban neighborhood where I live versus a two-mile walk through the woods. To be able to pause and listen to nothing but trees shushing, birds calling, a brook gurgling ... everything is both so still and so full of motion. I feel all the tension drain from me, and then I fill up with all the peace. In warm weather I can stop and watch a daddy long legs ballet-step across the path. In winter I&#039;m astounded at how many creatures share the path -- the only sign that they are there are their prints in the snow. 
]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As an enthusiastic day hiker, I agree completely! There is no comparison between taking a two-mile walk through the fairly urban neighborhood where I live versus a two-mile walk through the woods. To be able to pause and listen to nothing but trees shushing, birds calling, a brook gurgling &#8230; everything is both so still and so full of motion. I feel all the tension drain from me, and then I fill up with all the peace. In warm weather I can stop and watch a daddy long legs ballet-step across the path. In winter I&#8217;m astounded at how many creatures share the path &#8212; the only sign that they are there are their prints in the snow. </p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
</channel>
</rss>
