i know i am
going
so there is a distinctly different energy about dealing with the Kochia. I think of how it might be if i were not going. Very Different. I would just Go. I would just make my way through it. Again. as i always have.
this, between two of the tomato plants…close to 7 ft tall. But everywhere, differing sizes, but Kochia. What LOVES to grow. Earlier today i went out with the tree pruning shears and cut and threw for the Goats. They LOVE Kochia. But to turn them loose, they would LOVE the bushes and trees FIRST and Kochia second. So i wander with the pruning shears, throwing over their fences.
and i look at them, these Goats. so fine and Beauty Full, their hair/coats glistening in the Sun, so fine and so Beauty Full and how they know their names…how can they? amongst all of them, but you call their name and they know and respond…????? I love the Goats and back
and near that tall tall Kochia is a kind of sorgum that appears of its own accord…here, draping itself over the tomato plant
then…just maybe SECONDS later
WHAT is this? Same place, Same space but ….What is THIS and what is it saying and what does it MEAN?
Great DEEP STRONG THUNDER…just to the South, Rain now, steady. But probably when all is said and done, not enough to Grow a Tomatoe Plant. Enough, yes, for the desert. Enough, yes for Kochia. But not enough for a tomatoe.
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