unplanned, today was a very regular day. a day probably that people have a lot. a day that i don't have much anymore.
a little of this, a little of that.
i needed eggs. Cannot eat store eggs anymore for whatever reason. but i can't. so. needed to rise Early, and GO to the Farmer's Market. it begins selling at 8am and all the eggs are gone by 8:05 max. there are about 5 people who sell eggs. All of them. gone. in 5 minutes. so i'd planned to be there by 7:30. Standing in front of where i know my favorite Egg Guy sets up. i'd be first in line. then i'd go see Alz B and feed her breakfast. then go get Goat Pellets. then go drop off a jar of the Mango Chutney and some cucumber seed to Peggy who i used to work for but quit, who broke her hip and is 88 and her cucumbers bit the dust as mine have, so we are going to try to squeeze in another crop still but she had no seeds left and i did. that was the Plan. be back home before noon.
but it RAINED last night. here is standing water along the fence. there used to be great narrow PONDS of standing water in the road, but with the skill of the roadgrader, not so much any more. but enough for the
SPADE FOOT TOADS
the spade foot toads. they live underground at least 12 months a year. they RISE up during Monsoon Season, one night, maybe two and mate. eggs are left in these puddles of standing water and if it stands long enough,
tadpoles
their tadpoles are glorious. copper and bronze glinting fat and wiggling in the palm of the hand. birds come and snap them up but some, it seems, survive. Every year recently, i wait for that night when suddenly their love songs fill and i mean FILL the air…LOUD. Everything is startled by it. the horses in the neighboring pasture run and whinney shrill whistles. the dogs stand all night, looking at the door. Tazmeena the cat sits in the window and stares. and last night, the Goats…. the Goats stood in the rain crying softly. last year the majority were over in the other pen where the Albatros is and they went inside where it stays dry. and they probably stood inside there, but i couldn't see them and they weren't wet so they were quiet. This year, so much RAIN and they were wet. the straw in the new manger Out in the Way Back, soggy. no dry place. and the
SOUND
so it was a long dark time. i got up at 2 am and made coffee. went out with a cup and sat on the Way Back Porch steps with them, listening, looking into the dark where you can't see them, can't see that they are really kindof small. the sound of them imagines very very Large Things.
so i was late this morning and when i finally got back, had things to do to try to help them be a little dry tonight that took a long time. but i then stitched in this corner of the Lizard cloth. and stitched in a different way than ever before. letting such small details of the scrap direct the stitch???? it was good.
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