we're talking now about Next Year. Already. We already had this conversation. Twice. but here we are, repeating ourselves. WHAT do we want to grow? WHAT do we EAT, all the time. Would buy from a store. Grow that.
Cucumbers. Last year they were bitter. Maybe less water than they needed? or, as my Farmer's Market Guy said…"just the long ones. Only plant the long ones". Here we have both. Jenny brought pickling cucumbers, little plants. I planted seeds for the "long ones". We have both. We do not have the Straight Eights. I watch them closely. Some holes in some leaves. Amongst them there are more and more Basil, self seeded from last year. A and i talked today about making Pesto, the freezer thing…in an ice cube tray. No one loves Basil a LOT. Once in a while is good. But………Basil WANTS to grow. Like, really. Really wants to grow. Lots. Compromise. While i studied this, the Hawks kept their motion above. I think there must be a nest. Young ones. I listen…watch the flight patters, the design of their coming and going amidst just some TALL PINES. Basil, Cucumbers and Hawks.
i didn't want to do Anything today. Felt FLAT.
and what always works and is uhhhh, satisfying, is picking out the threads of seams. From clothing, so, mechanical seams, tight. Slipping the tip of the scissor in and cutting, above and below and pulling out…it could be tedious, but it's not…just very satisfying….pulling the old threads out, freeing the edges…..seeing their fibers…loose. Free.
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