i can't imagine being a Farmer. How you expend every effort and Heart, daily, year round. Sometimes it all works out. Sometimes it doesn't.
i'd taken these pics this morning so i could ease my mind someday if stuff doesn't work out. Could see how i'd tried and how it WAS going all just ok.
Must have known….when i went by everyone this evening, one of the Eggplant Plants was all limp. One out of 4. Tay's latest thing is running around with an almost 4ft piece of wood and that's the corner of the raised bed she cuts close to…my guess is that her branch angled down and swiped the Eggplant. So…ok…there's still Three. It's been 100 degrees for 3 days now, tomorrow again and then down to low 90's. A lot of HEAT, 100 degrees for plants that are setting blooms.
i moved the two chairs you can actually SIT in and the table around to the East side of the Old Woman Apricot….where there is shade during the day. It seems that the kids ARE coming in July so i do small things everyday toward that.
and finally.
a scrap appeared
it's her dress…her body…
i have no idea if she is "there" for eyes other than mine….standing there on that Rim, her arms outstretched??? She is so clear to me
When i woke in the night, i woke to the thought that there is a woman who is 2 years younger than i am, who is exuberant…Exuberant….at the thought of being the president of the united states. And i was stricken by how amazing that is. That she feels Ready and like, really Ready for that. How amazing. I really can't Imagine it. But she can. And though it hasn't made much of an impression for me, the first woman president, like, so……, nothing special, but i realized that i DO internally experience it differently. I'm sure that i would never have woken up with the same sense of amazement about a male candidate. What's the difference, i'm wondering. well…she's
like me
but she wants to do this. She feels capable and READY for all that it entails. And i'm letting that sink in. I have watched the physical toll that the presidency has taken on Obama. It will exact the same from her. But she is Ready. Wants it. eeee…..
ADDENDUM:
after the above, i walked over and sat down on the futon, picked up the Cloth and looked at how so so small this figure is…really small, and felt the weight of it, the "hand" and was taken by it all. I often wonder about continuing with this Making…as in what's it FOR , but then this moment…seeing her, in her smallness on this rim of plant dye marks





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