there is Something, everyday
Mexican Elderberry in aluminum pot
Rice Grass hiding in Lambs Quarters. First persons here used to harvest, grind, for flour.
Double Click. Think about that. Harvest, grind, for flour.
the Beauty of the Feather Grass, the Sea of Green of May is beginning to change…seeds tangle in the clumps at the ends, Trillions of seeds tangle and turn gold.
Tay is hunting something in the Giant Secaton Grasses, the Wood Pile. She can't resist, but it also scares her. She came slamming in through the screen door dog door and hid in the bathroom for about an hour. I am hoping it's a new Bull Snake. Most likely i'll never know. They live very private lives.
To All. I apologize for whatever is happening in this country where i live…for this ugly confusion that seems to prevail. For all of my fellow citizens who cheer on the insane yellow haired man. It is breaking my heart.
On Being. Tippett interviews Rebecca Solnit who surprised me by her voice…like a very young girl.



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