on New Year's Eve, as we ate, there was a LOUD POP kind of sound. and then more sounds. I said it might have been someone's tire blowing, them crashing into the road bank of Old Olive. Alyssia said a tree. So i walked the Doe Goat Forest to see and yes. a tree. I don't know why this is. They snap at earth level. This one snapped and fell, crashing onto others nearby. It rests at an angle. I squatted there. just seeing. breathing. Walked back and over to the B garden where here, in the little bamboo, a katydid chose to spend it's final moments. If you click you can see clearly. There is Arugula, self seeded, sharp and tangy. I eat it there. Leaf by leaf. Many things thrive on Tazmeena's grave. There's no sign of the rhubarb but i feel sure that in spring there will be shoots. The daisys continue to bloom.
on the way back up i sat a while in the hammock. Just being there. This rock from Lake Superior, Michigan. The guitar strings wound together and a piece of copper, hammered with a red bead.
a quiet. gentle day. Sun. Warmth. Easiness.
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