this broccoli plant is two years old. wintering over again, in the spring she will become Three years. I should take a pic of her whole self, she more almost vine like, dangling over the side of the wall and sprawling. The florets ARE broccoli. This years leaves are tough. She flourishes. Whatever she chooses to do, she can. We will let her die of old age. (if that ever happens).
and again, the Glorious Collard Tree.
I NEEDED to be OutSide today. I hauled buckets of manure/feedscrap down to A. I counted and need only 6 more buckets. Or 7. After the drizzly/rainy week it was a Beauty FULL golden day of sun, and 52 degrees. The Goats helped by supervising the shoveling, inspecting the buckets and accompanying me down and up the long road. I thought how lucky i am. How many in this world get to walk with a herd of Goats? And a chicken. Before going back up, i sat at the picnic table there. After a while a tree frog began speaking…..the usual sound, but inbetween some different kind of speech, little single syllable chirp sounds….i stared into the weeding debris. It couldn't have been further than a foot away from my boots. I watched for any movement. None. Only the sound. sitting there, somewhere hidden, speaking.
Before i went out i lit a stick of Nag Champa. Satya Sai Baba. From Mirran's gift shop on the Plaza in Socorro. There's only one left. I'll keep the box for collage, i smile. I came back and this house smelled like my house, like my house, which ever one, has smelled for over 50 years. I've been saving these last sticks. Why wait. Smiling again.
Prompt: something literal and mundane that's central to your life. How could you exalt this in a way that expresses its internalized value to you.
My Signature. Literal. Mundane. and i wrote it on !!!!!!….the inside of a billing envelope from my credit card company!!! which i'd begun to tear up until it clicked….Hey, grace….this is wonder Full….for collage!!!!!!! But my signature. Yesterday a MVD day and toward the end i had to sign here and date, sign here and date and i forget exactly how she indicated that she was eyeing the lower case g….but she was and she caught herself, her head went a little sideways and her eyebrows flashed up and down it was all so subtle and instantaneous…the old woman with all the name changes, with no way to prove physical address, and to top it all off a lower case g
it was hopefully the final day of having to account to formal authorities for what i'd done over the years, account for decisions i'd made during 50 years plus. To just stand there and admit. I think that's it. sort of. she surprised me by saying ok now you can go over there and take the written test. eeeee…..i hadn't factored that in. It's been over a month since i reviewed the 2019 California Driver Handbook. I'd been there again for 2 and a half hours, Tay out in the parking lot in the car with expired plates. I didn't know what the legal percentage of alcohol in the blood can be. I didn't know who gets ticketed for passengers without seatbelts if they are minors . Stuff like that. I flunked. I said to the guy who gave the the bad news… I haven't gotten a ticket since i was 19 years old. Have never been in an accident. He said…That doesn't matter. but at least it's now on me, grace, with the lower case g.
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