looked through the 11 bags of scraps (not 9, as previously counted) and took out pieces i identified as Indigo. Individually, this may be so. But together, i question what i think the color of Indigo actually is.
what i do know is that this much "maybe indigo" made me feel "swoon~ie".
giving water at B, the bottom of the Lavender blossoms….a deep violet.
it's the 3rd year for the perennials. They are claiming Place. All the vegetables, some already in pots and some still in their seedling cups are so Alive. There was a sensual "hum"….could say vibration. Even the old Scrub Oak….same, as well as the beauty Full wild weed grass. All this accented by a breeze that fluttered leaves and blossoms. Swoon is the best descriptor . A very subtle swoon. And the "direction" to go very slow. Take much time. Let the feel of it, the sense of it slowly seep into awareness.
the cilantro that is in its second season has tall stems with blossoms that will provide coriander seed. to witness this progression is joy and a very deep satisfaction. to one day cook with that coriander even more.
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