the pic from yesterday is of the second generation Basil down in the Wall Garden. How FIERCE it grew, from its own seed, producing seed this time that could serve the world. It's everywhere. It continues to produce its purple blooms at the end of the flowering stalks. Not many, but some maybe enough for the bees that arrive every morning. But just SO many seeds.
and here in this pic above is the spigot for B Garden. It's outside the fence, next to the Road Up. It has a very slight leak. I turn it on then undo the fence and go through into B. Give what water i need to and then let the hose run a while on the base of the Scrub Oak there, the Pine. There is nothing noticeable as in a response from them. They just Be there. No different than all the ones that get zero water.
In the last week or so….there, where the leak is, the two small plants have grown. GREEN. one a plant and one a grass. This is also happening at the bases of the Goats water bowls and near the fence where the hose hangs into Talkie's Palace yard. Green.
All summer the water from the watering has been present. All summer NOTHING grew. Nothing. But now…it begins. I watch and am filled with Wonder. The brilliance of it all, the Sensibility of the unseeable seeds, so so small, that Wait. How does it go, the Waiting? Until it stirs?….is it the Light?, the change in temperature? the shortened hours dawn till dusk, the change in the thickness of Sun Light? What else?, some deep humming vibration in the rocks and soil? Some kind of SONG? And in readying B Garden to day there were mushrooms. So spores too. All summer, NOT. Now, Yes.
To not squander. To stand and hold until timing is right that will sustain Life.
I watch Talkie every evening now, make her way up the long bough of the Oak. She speaks the same exact words every night. I hadn't planned to love her at all. Didn't want to. There's too much to love already. But i watch as she enacts her mandate as a Being of this Earth, so loyal to her chicken ness. And i can barely stand the Love that that causes.
And it's said to stop watching the news. But i don't. I check in through the day. All Fires have now become "my" fire. All places are my Place.
I began hearing the sirens differently today…before with a sense of dread…but today, with the sense of those who are Responding. Their crazy courage that allows them to go INTO the Fire. What On Earth Is THAT? and i am filled with Love for them.
so it's all just turning in to Love of a kind. A very very hard love and really, i am so glad to be able to come to know this kind of love
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