In more ways than one. We have reached the point where any rainfall simply lies upon the surface of the earth until it is evaporated by the SUN the next day. The surface is sand and it becomes mud and just under that in most places here is a layer of clay and then caliche….with the qualities of cement.
So it's HUMID. I am trying to take my cues from the Doe Goats. Just be still and stare off. Tay and the buck Goats are more inclined to express themselves with pacing and bugging. Chinche plays dead. Tazmeena, i have no idea. Haven't seen her since breakfast. I assume she's somewhere on a shelf.
So what do you do when you are restless and uncomfortable?
weave a pie.
and finish a Cloth. I think this is it. All the words i thought i might say about it i won't. It's just about gathering things in….when things are Unsure….just gathering what you love around you. That's enough. The scrap under the Rain came as a surprise at the end of the day. But it's right. Tomorrow i'll sew the sleeve.
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