so…i fed and watered the Goats. hung around a while with them and then went about the early evening business of Love. it's like some kind of slo motion waltz. i have gotten somewhere better and different with it all this year and i have to acknowledge that it's the Goats that have somehow brought this change. not a lot of way to explain that, but i believe it is true. So, i wander about with the shovel, the rake, the leaf rake, the pruners, the glass of wine, as i said, slo mo. my mind focuses really on none of it, but somehow, all of it. thoughts partially form but then dissolve half way through. the Mockingbirds are back and have new things to say. i try to say them back. Sun is slow to move along to the rim. there is warmth. a honey color to things. there is just love. just love.
things are set on the raft for the moment. the little stool has finally fallen totally apart. a new one is in place. i don't know.
where some things were and this year, sunflower seeds go here.
and maybe this pot, for cleome. maybe.
working compost, almost ready to transfer on right. new one on left.
grape vines i brought home to weave for trellis
my beloved truck, Sunny.
these photographs pretty much look like not much. but as i place them here, re size them, comment, my eyes are slitty, how you look upon a Lover, i breathe through my mouth, This, i love.
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