had a lot of intention. all Heart felt, sincere, Good
prepared the asparagus bed but didn't yet plant. Soaked them. Kitchen sink again.
DID wire the sticks together. sat a long time. looking. ripped two long strips of the "Toad Egg" cloth and tied.
added sticks to what will be the Cucumber trellis.
Sat at the Raft. Watched birds. Listened. How the Meadowlark has been so much here for a while now but suddenly today the Mockingbird filled the air. Meadowlark gone. Mockingbird instead. Watched the harvester ants. Constant. Dawn till Sun set. Constant. Butterflies came to wherever i was giving water. I watched the movement of their wings, their preference for just damp sand or actual places of water. Checked off and on the House Finch family. He continues to be the primary feeder and today i can see clearly two open beak lips begging. Just after mid day, she had to sit on the inside rim of the nest. Most likely because it got hot…Sun on their metal roof there…too warm? So she sat higher up…gave them space. Tay and i were standing under Doris' Snake Tree looking at the Cucumber Trellis and something plopped down from above to just where our feet were and it was two paper wasps, seemingly locked in mortal combat…going on for maybe a full half a minute and i was expecting one to be killed, but in the end, they suddenly both flew UP back into the tree leaves. We didn't know what to think.
an aside in a conversation about Iris with Deb Lacativa, she mentioned a side of her home where she doesn't walk and that had stayed with me. I thought…is there any place like that here?
behind the Yard Gate. I hardly ever look here.
between the Mexican Elderberry and the Guinea Hen Palace. Where there is the skeleton of the little New Mexico Olive that died for no reason so long ago. Where cats are buried and Tay's bones are thrown. I tied some purple silk.
And for some reason, i though about a movie that i have loved. Quest For Fire, 1981, and how much i loved it, how i wanted to be Ray Dawn Chong. I thought about how simply we Began. So simply, our species, and how incredibly different we are now.
i finished the blue thread breath
and put the bag of clay in the window to warm with the Sun thinking i might finally make that pinch pot. And i wanted to just think about all this and i did. How we use the word Ecosystem. How often that is a term for our surrounds, but really, i am no different in this ecosystem than the harvester ants, the mockingbird, house finch, wasp, butterfly. How i do what i do but no different than how they do what they do. I am OF it. One of many here. ONLY One of many here. And i will end the day by sitting with the Goats. Will sing. Just like the Mocking bird, the dove. I'll just make my sound.
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