cauliflower. TWO are now Forming. A woman at the Farmer's Market advised. Be patient. Wait. Just when you lose hope, they appear.
the thick leaves…that we have eaten all along in morning stir fry, the central thick leaves Cup over. It's happening.
The Visit is over. Learning the granddaughter was tender and excellent. My son, her father, a mix of so many things, but i could Find Him, in there, the boy i know. The X, the father of my children, who he is and he didn't come here, said he had seen it last year, no need. So it goes.
in the days, i read Walking Each Other HOME, Ram Dass and Mirabai Bush. it was like sitting in a room with them, considering Loving and considering dying. And it came at just the right time. I see clearer what Work i need to do.
the days here are extraordinary. 70's, bright and loving Sun.
I watch…the other Places and send love, send Metta to the east coast.
windthread 
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