Goat feed tubs and water tubs cleaned with vinegar……Sabine the stove got completely taken apart and recalibrated for propane gas….the shower head which has been spewing water out sideways since the visit of the young ladies (no names, but someone must have tried to see if the spray would adjust which it doesn't and thereby caused a seperation of a gasket etc. and since then it's been faulty. anyway, i was shown how to fix that. Then Alz. B. Before and after the afore, tried to get the grasses back in place after taking them off to add one more petal i thought should be there, but it didn't, but i absolutely could NOT get the grasses right again. Who could imagine? Only 5 blades of grass but even the slightest tilt or slant or curve changes the whole Energy. So tomorrow again.
The Sun shown. And i noticed how things look different with so much humidity
especially wood. Paper feels different. Thicker and with texture. Even printer paper. Money, especially feels more like cloth and tends to have an odor….a money odor.
This morning, before all the rest, a slow cruise around to see what changes the Day of Rain had brought.
the Summer Squashes are done in. Over, completely.
various stages of juvenile Squash Bugs. They win. I had hoped that planting the squash in the big plastic landscape pots might foil them. Alas. I didn't have the heart today but tomorrow i'll go look at those beauty FULL Volunteers in the compost and see if they found their way over there.
But the really Greatest and Best thing, i almost didn't see.
it's a basket, Jude. Truly a basket in form. I look every morning for tomato worms, as i did today. Looking long and close and then with that almost closed eyed gaze that Don Juan teaches in the Casteneda books. Looking for very subtle irregularity of form which is the only way to see a tomatoe worm when it's still small. Before damage. But no…all was well and i started to move away and suddenly by True Magic this Web became visible. Straight on it wasn't at all but from just a slight angle, it caught the morning Sun light and was THERE in all it's Glory. In the very center, She who had spun. Small. A small spider. I will look in the morning and see if she has grown. And with this web, August is official. I have been waiting.
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