windthread

so many tomato blossoms,  the peppers,  both Yellow Hot and Bell are blossoming too.  Egg Plants becoming robust.   All else also Yes.    I slow drip water.  And to Saskia's comment,  the permaculture term i couldn't think of ….Swales.  Swales.  what a beauty full word, Swales.  

A storm is riding the Rim to the west,  dark clouds,  thunderman…so to put this here before that comes.  I will need to track it to know when to hurry out and Feed.

i finished it on Friday.   I don't know what to "name" it.   But as soon as i do,  i'll put it over in the shop.

i don't know where to go next.   and it occured to me that maybe it's because everything is so orderly with the cloths…divided into their Color Baskets.  They can't co~mingle.  They can't arrange themSelves so i can Notice?   I might un Do that.  

And i realize that for as much as i look at Tay,  which is a LOT,  i don't know how her ear goes….

and this,  from BrainPickings,  Maria Popova

as i read along,  i could FEEL my BRAIN absorbing the words,  creating images from those words for me.  I could FEEL it….like feel it functioning…was a really interesting phenomena…that the words i was reading were Feeding image into my BRAIN  that was snapping away, absorbing ….That's something new and i really liked it a Lot

"  We have to be willing to accept uncertainty and incomplete knowledge,  and always be ready to update our beliefs as new evidence comes in….Our best approach to describing the universe is not a single, unified story but an interconnected series of models appropriate at different levels.  Each model has a domain in which it is applicable, and the ideas that appear as essential parts of each story have every right to be thought of as "real".  Our task is to assemble an interlocking set of descriptions based on some fundamental ideas,  that fit together to form a stable planet of belief."

Sean Carroll

The Big Picture

i read this and then wrote it out in my stenographers notebook where i put stuff and when writing it out is when i realized that FEELING of my Brain spinning and clicking and flashing in Neon…YES!  because this so much is a grouping of WORDS that describes the ongoing process of the conversations between Alyssia,  my granddaughter and me,  this is IT and to see it in black and white on the screen was ….well…..

so i typed it out for her in an email because i don't know how still to cut and paste,  but the pleasure of typing it out again was Great and now the pleasure of typing it out and putting it here is equally as Great….

ADDENDUM:

going out to Feed.  I fill the buck Goat's water bowls irregularly…as needed.  There are just four of them.  Two per bowl.

but the Doe Goats,  i dump and then  fill their water tub each evening now in hot weather.  Almost always it takes those 24 hours for the water to be drunk and evaporate.  But tonight,  i dumped it and put the hose in to fill and Ginger came immediately,  stood waiting, watching and when the water level rose to the point she could drink,  she did.  She drank.  and drank.  and drank.   And there was a similar phenomenal sensation watching this as with feeling my BRAIN earlier…but this…it's feeling with my whole body self….the intense and oh so Beauty FULL  Thing of a Goat drinking.  How they put their mouths into the water and pull  pull pull in water…pull, swallow, pull. swallow,  pull swallow over and over…there is such a fine strength to it.  Drinking.  Drinking water.