this might be too blurry. Can't tell till i click Publish and then go look…
but it's the Basil that we are letting continue through the Whole Cycle of Being. The Bees. Their saddle bags, so FULL of YELLOW, so gloriously buzzing, them, so many and just the thought of Them, and their Basil is such Joy
they come down with me in the Morning…i go in…to the Wall Garden space of A….they go on, behind the back of A fence, one by one, a trotting line of them then fan out to all that dry Meadow grass that we so need Gone…they browse and Help us.
Talkie below…don't know why there's so much space here, but anyway, Talkie…who is interested in stitching. While i am out there…she comes and pulls the threads, notices the marks and has Interest. Maybe for her next life?
windthread 
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