the fence around the Oasis in the Way Back is ify. it was hard for me to put a fence there in the first place, but there was really, no choice. Goats will be Goats. and if there is time on their hooves they will chew on things. so they had dented in the fence and eaten a side of the remaining Russian Olive. i'd talked to the young man who feeds the horses in the pasture over about coming to pound in some xtra metal Tposts for the sag. but he never came. hence, the half eaten tree. so i ran the hose to mud up the sand and this morning,
climbed on the little ladder, afixed the post pounder and pounded. Voila. post in. i think it will be ok?? deep enough??? we'll see. This is a good example of what i mean when i say i was thinking about "retiring" from certain things a year or two ago. just gracefully becoming old, a wimp, really. it was ok and maybe even deserved. however. stuff still needs to get done. and who but me is here? no one. me. so, ok. i'm short. daughter refers to me as a pocket sized person. i find that kinda…hmmm…well…i wouldn't describe myself that way… But i'm not big.
so…after this i notice that there are some weeds growing in the Oasis that i don't want to reseed and i am in there, pulling them, when the Thing in my Brain, NOT my mind, but my Brain begins flashing warning: STOP. this happens when i am doing things with my hands…it happens when i am about to put my hand into a place in wet earth where a Child of the Earth is, it happens when i am about to put my hand onto an unsuspecting and innocent toad in a harsh way. like that. so, the warning went off. i stopped and scanned.
there. there in the pulled weeds. so beautiful and FINE and EXQUISITE AND MAGNIFICANT a young Praying Mantis
i was electrified…Please, Please Wait…i sent thoughts and ran into the house for the camera
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and THIS. This is the kiss on the forehead. that electrical moment of stopping, seeing this most elegant being and then, h/ir waiting. waiting till i came back and posing for the camera so that everything is there…to see…all his or her stuff…
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