windthread

this first pic….Typepad won't let me rotate and resize it so i don't know what it might appear like.   But they were pieces of cloth in one of the ziplocs that are across from me here at the Everything Table.  maybe 4 days now.  Several bags,  but i kept being asked to look at these.

i took them out,  from near the bottom of that bag and saw that many of them were gifted and so Ironed.   Into a pot on the stove to heat.

then out to dry.

Went Out to feed and then accompany the Goats a while as they went about doing their Goat things.  I saw that the Miners Lettuce has acquired its secondary heart shaped leaves,  that Talkie's feather sticks are extending and bursting into feathers.  SUN flowed down in a river of warmth.    Went to B garden to work at clearing space for the planting that will happen in just weeks now  and saw that the small  wild Yellows are beginning to appear every where.  And in between and through it all,  i looked and read about what's happening in this country i live in and thought about those monkeys.  Many of us of this generation will have seen them.  For me,  they were on my paternal grandmothers credenza.  I thought about the ….Privilege…people like me have.   To choose to not look.  To turn away in an effort of "self care" or whatever,  but to not look too much.   I need to look.   I need to hear and i need to speak.