it was 97 degrees today. Full Sun. Dry Heat. I watched the Goats. There are places of shade, you can see over on the right along the fence, the fence creates enough shade throughout the day to accommodate a Goat. But they were Out and About. In the far distance Cinderella was working on their Hole to China. Sometimes they would be lying IN the feed bowls which are black rubber stuff or plastic. Hot, i am sure. But no concern. I watch this, thinking about how it seems we will be making the Cross Over to the Hill in the heat of the summer. Something we'd hoped to avoid. But watching them today, i see that though they won't love it, being on the road, they will manage. They did once before. They will now.
and out of no where, i was given a gift.
the base cloth which is Mexican Elderberry dye has been on the table for a long time. A vague marking of the right eye. Graphite. just vague. I've picked this cloth up now and then and looked. Set it down. Today, didn't set it down. the second eye and then, just from the existing scraps in the flat basket right there on the table, it Came. Beginning with the deep Teal
No Thought.
just stitching down without any concern for how it might look, just stitching, including that small thread wad in the lower left, stitch it down, ok. Every time i was tempted to sit back and think, i knew i shouldn't. I should just go and wait till "the end". There was the sense of camouflage, cover with organic form and substance and the word Feral came.
Feral
Comes from some other place as a gift. Is kin to Agency.
Brought out the HousePlant. which began years ago as a stem. Has never bloomed. Was covered with layers of dust. Each leaf, dusted gently. But maybe there was no need for gentle so much because it is such a fierce plant that i remember to water only once in a while but some how continues with a life of its own having little to do with me and my remembering. Maybe will remain outside, hanging from the Old Apricot until and or through Solstice. Maybe.
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