windthread

last night Tay jolted awake and was mouth pressed to the door,  needing to go out.     3am.   Waiting for her return,  in the dark,  i thought…who knows???  and tried once again and easy peasy the image loaded.   ????   So,  maybe i consider that.

I went back through the photo gallery looking for pics i remember taking of the slender trunks of this Chaparral Whitethorn near Talkie's Palace.   Found them,  taken on Feb 27.    But while going through all the pics i wished so much that You All Here had access to that Gallery…so many many many images of so many many things.  How photographs alone tell the Story of a life.  No words necessary.   And because of the Sky and the blossoms,  their scent,   i was able to find my way back to Cloth making…spent time using Inktense on some walnut saddened commercial cloth.  This a Relief.   and later,  over at campsite B,  saw how i can bring the wheelbarrow down for mixing soil.  The loved wheelbarrow from New Mex that came in the UHaul and has sat,  overturned at the top of the B hill since arriving 3 years ago.   The Hill is too much for a wheelbarrow heavy  with soil or rock or wood even.  Momentum DOWN is immediate and there are no brakes.   But for this,  as a bowl for mixing, …Jenny's soil and the buckets of composted manure near the Feed Shed…it will once again have purpose.   This feels good.  So in this moment,  things feel possible and even probable.  There will be a Garden.