the kids, Destiny and Julian, put two small Strawberry plants in the Wall Garden. Just from the grocery store. There have continuous strawberries all along. A few and then a few. Not Lots. But they continue now, more blossoms, more strawberries. They are not Over. ???? But what is Great, is that they have sent out so many runners. There are now MANY individual plants. I imagine in the next Warm Season we will have strawberry shortcake.
Wall Garden.
I made potatoe soup and put in some of the parsley that is in profusion. Some little bits of the Basil seeds, some broccoli and cauliflower leaves. Soup.
On the way up from the bottom of the Hill, from campsite A where the Wall Garden is, i stop where the roll of fencing is at the side of the road there. Sit. Catch my breath. Tonight i heard the voice of a bird and let my eyes scan, gaze. Yes. it was a Pileated Woodpecker. Big.
from this spot, i go up, into B. Up and then sit there, moments, to catch my breath again. Check out the walnut vats. Just look. And then, on. all the way to the place i live. Live. Meaning feed self, sleep. Have stuff. The place i live.
we talk here, about "home", about being home, leaving home, becoming home. And i look and think about how this is where i Live. Where i make food. Where i sleep. Where i have brought the Goats to, Tazmeena and Tay. it's where we
Are.
I have been watching Ishi, the Last of His Kind Snag Films……important, Snag Films, there are others, but this one. I don't know how this film has to do exactly with what i'm thinking about without really knowing what i'm thinking, but it does. I've watched it 5 times in the last couple days. I'm not sure what i'm seeing. I keep watching. I'll watch it again before i go to sleep tonight. Probably when i get up again in the morning. I remember when i first knew about Ishi, i was i think 19 and my friend Jane and i read the book about him. I think about that…about what it meant to me then, at 19, what it means to me now, and living where he lived. He might even have been exactly here. ???? when he made his way into Oroville. Maybe his footpalms touched this Earth. Could be. Home. what it meant to him. Home. what i am learning. What does that mean? and How does that matter?
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