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so…here we Go.  Altar Cloth 3   The Singular Day

the Circle of the Singular Day is stitched under.  the stitching around has begun.  and looking, i'm thinking it can go any of these ways.  Night at the top, Night at the bottom, Night at the side.  This is good.  and  you see all the needles.  This is because Alz B has Shingles and is isolated in her room.  Needing 1:1  that the Old Folks Home does not provide.  There is an empty "shift" tomorrow morning.  Bill's wife Nelia has been gone teaching for 10 days, just returned this afternoon.  Angela, the caregiver is Jehovah's Witness…has Jehovah's business to do tomorrow.  and so….all these threaded needles for arrival there at 7am.

the 3rd year Locust was filled with bees today.  the fragrance is intoxicating, as is the sound.  their leg pouches bulging yellow with pollen.  they like it best when i crouch under the tree, looking up, rather than stand, face to face.  but either way, really, their focus is Not on me.

the feeling of having planted this tree, having cared for it, having it create these odd blooms for them is, well…is Something.  the Locust requires so little.  it's possible that if i were no longer here, it could continue on it's own.

the Mimosa.  it's bandages remain.  from 2 years ago spring, after that startling Winter of 17 degrees BELOW zero…i still have not had the heart to cut the central trunk.  there is still some grief that it will not be a Tree, but Will be a bush with all the will to live.