Fence is finished. all wired securely. All questionable weeds that were in the Middle Pen have been hand pulled. Some weeds that are common here are toxic to livestock.
Guinea Hen Palace shored up.
Tatuma squash that snuck in there harvested.
Tay helped with EveryThing.
I went into the corridor to clip some of the low branches of the Salt Cedar…so the Goats could have a clear view of what was being presented to them, and….guess what? There in the low branches…yup. Another Paper Wasp nest. This is going to be a truly challenging summer. I am seeing more insect beings than Ever, many i don't know at all. And August is the month. eeee.
a couple weeks ago, down the road a few miles in the next populated area of Lemitar, where Alz B's son lives, the Electric Co-Op was trimming trees for the lines and cut one which released many many bees from a hive that swarmed down and stung to death a mare horse and her foul. These were what they are calling Africanized Bees. so nothing at all like my wasps here, but also seeing that, it gives one pause. Insects are Fierce. They claim the same rights as everything. And
Rightfully so.
Hmmmm. Do I want the Goats stung? and, would the Goats be stung?, or would they sense the presence of the wasps and dodge them? I don't know.
in Weave Diaries today, Jude posted a very Beauty Full and Loving Post on weaving with the bead loom. and I really couldn't remember if it was still there, back from Cloth to Cloth days, but yup. Here it is. Bead Loom. I consider it.
Off and on the Cloth wove itSelf through all the rest of the doing. And i realized that i didn't at all want what had originally seemed to be presenting. I DON'T want any more, not one more, Cloth that is specifically specific. But rather ones that are of Common Ground.
so…in this moment, this is what we have. I don't know. Really. Don't know.
so….just after all the above, being how i am, wanting to FINISH, i went back out. The single last wasp had gone. Where did he go? What is he doing? He would be a male, a worker. Now, no work.
Clipped. low branches. A clear shot. Way Back to Middle.
Ready.
i looked up. How do any of these things have anything at all to do with Anything?
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