Old Olive Highway, just down a bit. On the left, the land rises up. First road. Carefree Way.
where i live.
Today, with chance of showers, we pulled the tarps back to cover the Goat feed. Where we'd seen that Huntsman spider. Did not see her but did see one of the long slender lizards, an egg sac of something, large, maybe the Huntsman? Several cacoons. An exquisite chrysalis. In the doe Goat water tub some kind of thin centipede being….identified it, but i've forgotten. and now, late in the day as i give water to the Wall Garden, the Quail. The creek flows. Water striders. Fragrance, pungent, of the Spanish Broom. An Invasive. As we are. Invasives.
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