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April 13, 2016

this is what's on the other side of the fence along the Buck Yards….that acre that a while back i talked about maybe buying if ever any money comes from the Old Cowboy. Buy it only because Charlotte who owns it has begun thinking of selling it. None of her kids wants it. She moved to Magdalena to land of her parents acres some years ago and it was rented for a while by some good people and their children but that didn't work out and it's been empty for maybe what, 4 years? Falling apart. Like stuff does here unless little things are constantly done to undo what Wind does. That dead tree was a flourishing cottonwood. The renting family grey watered and it went to the tree and to a vegetable garden they had. It's probably crazy to buy it. She wants a lot. But remember, i said i wanted it as a Buffer. It would mean this whole end of the road would be me. Hmmm. I think about that. But it would mean that people with loud music and party energy wouldn't be there. It would mean that the Buck Goats would be able to live their stinky little lives without offending anyone and that causing trouble. Trouble. Don't need Trouble. Anyway, that trailer, a big one, is imploding. Needs to be GONE. But, as i passed it today on the way to the post office is Saw THEM again…how amazing…..

Charlotte's grandma's Rosebush cutting, now a bramble of BRANCHES, thick, mostly barren but there today, still, blooming. Had it been pruned, it might almost be a tree…

so i hold this in my heart tonight.

and that crack in the Sky….i saw today….what comes from it is

Crows

many many crows.

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10 responses to “resillience”

Mo Crow

April 13, 2016

your crack in the sky reminds me of “Hole in my Shoe” by Traffic
here’s a link
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a77yHpjdUtU
ah that was lovely time to go back to work

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Kristin

April 13, 2016

oooooh that rose…I would be taking several small pieces…putting “root tone” on them and inserting them into some nice fertile soil….In this little place of gardens I have four rose bushes that came as cuttings like that with me from a friend’s garden on the Trinity River….their blooms each year are some of the most special in my yard…and they are still alive.
Crows from the crack in the sky –what a visual that stirs up in me..big love.
And a buffer zone seems a good thing to me.
Kristin

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grace

April 14, 2016

cracks and holes are SUCH good things

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grace

April 14, 2016

yeah. the buffer zone. For most of these years since
Charlotte moved she’s said that she would just leave it
like it is, the taxes are totally minimal and then she
optimistically said she’d only sell it with the condition
that who ever bought it had to agree to not complain about
the Goats. But stuff changes. That is a For Sure.
The neighborhood is becoming funky in the last few years.
I keep having the urge to take a pic of the house down
the road that looks as if the people must wake up Every Morning
wondering how they can make it worse. The one with the
two lazy boy chairs and one couch in the yard that their
pit bulls eviscerated all stuffing from, the stuffing all over
the place and the furniture frames sitting there and that’s
only the latest. Keep wanting to take that pic so i can put it as an example here of what i’d like to “buff”, but it
feels Mean, taking a pic of someone’s mess, so i don’t
but
and it makes no financial good sense, really to spend money
on it but these are my last years and i really don’t want to
deal with kids and BB guns, don’t want the Goats becoming
afraid…had to chase those kids off last year
Still thinking and well, truth is i still don’t know if there
will be any money anyway
The rose bush is really HUGE. I will go over there and
see what i can bring home of it and if that trailer gets
pulled away, maybe i can some how get to the tap root and
bring that Old Lady Rose in more entirety over here, or
build her a trellis as she is and give her enough water…
and the crows…yes….my heart pounded when i “saw” them

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Kirsten in NH

April 14, 2016

Crows, roses and a possible buffer zone! What more could one want in a blog post. If it were me and possible, I would go for the buffer zone just because it would help with piece of mind for the goats.
Living in NH, I see and hear crows quite a bit and love when they show up in the cloth. They have become one of my favorite birds along with the few cardinals I see here.
One of the quiet ones commenting on a blog post that spoke to me.
ps Grace-I always love to see what books you read. My public library is getting used to me requesting books on inter-library loan.

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Wendy @ the Late Start Studio

April 14, 2016

There are holes in the sky
Where the rain gets in
But they’re ever so small
That’s why the rain is thin.
Spike Milligan
Would a crack give rise perhaps to the Aurora Borealis or Aurora Australis?
I’d like to think of you going from rose to stunning iris on your property . . . for you to have the buffer you need against the world of all that irks and causes discomfort to you and yours?

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yvette

April 16, 2016

don’t take pic cause of the silent readers
the rose?
I’m going to try Kristins way to my roses
love you

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grace

April 17, 2016

dEAR quiet one…Thank you for speaking. and Cardinals…
from my childhood, cardinals. There is an extraordinary
poet, Pattiann Rogers and in her book
The Expectations of Light
a poem called
Suppose Your Father Was a Redbird
“Suppose his body was the meticulous layering
Of graduated down which you studied early,
Rows of feathers increasing in size to the hard- splayed
Wine-gloss tips of his outer edges.
Suppose, before you could speak, you watched
The slow spread of his wing over and over,
The appearance of that invisible appendage,
The unfolding transformation of his body to the airborne.
And you followed his departure again and again,
Learning to distinguish the red microbe of his being
Far into the line of the horizon.
Then today you might be the only one able to see
The breast of a single red bloom
Five miles away across an open field.
The modification of your eye might have enabled you
To spot a red moth hanging on an oak branch
In the exact center of the Aurorean Forest.
And you could define for us, “hearing red in the air”,
As you predict the day pollen from the poppy
Will blow in from the valley.
Naturally you would picture your faith arranged
In filamented principles moving from pink
To crimson at the final quill. And the red tremble
of your dream you might explain as the shimmer
Of his back lost over the sea at dawn.
Your sudden visions you might interpret as the uncreasing
Of Heaven, the bones of the sky spread
The conceptualized wing of the mind untangling.
Imagine the intensity of your revelation
The night the entire body of a star turns red
And you watch it as it rushes in flames
Across the black, down into the hills.
If your father was a redbird,
Then you would be obligated to try to understand
What it is you recognize in the sun
As you study it again this evening
Pulling itself and the sky in dark red
Over the edge of the earth.
Well…so….see? What a comment from New Hampshire can
cause to be remembered? and put here, to be loved again????
Thank you, Kirsten it had been a long time since i’d read
that.

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grace

April 17, 2016

it seems on one hand like it shouldn’t be “necessary”, but
things could change so radically. I wish she wasn’t
in the mood to sell….so it could just stay as it is….

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grace

April 17, 2016

me too….i used to have a rose.
Roses love New Mexico, the flower of Our Lady of Guadalupe
All of the old people planted roses if no other flower

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