summer is gone.
like in the old cartoons. "night falls". it doesn't ease in, through the heat, from "over there", but falls. Finito. I lightened this pic so there would be something to see. In REAL, there's nothing to see but Dark. For the first time since maybe April i washed my hair, my body, INSIDE. firing up the hot water heater when since April, it was SUN that heated things. Not now. I close the windows at night. I cannot yet bear to close the door. soon, tho. Tay still will not sleep in. There are 3 new possible residents of the Night Hill. I search for Sounds of Sierra Nevada Foothills at night. as just now…just outside, close, there is a "screeth" sound. Not a screech owl…different. smaller. just outside. Close. it is not shy. Another i'm pretty sure is a fox. In a way, this is very reassuring. Hill is felt to be a viable Safe place. the sounds, when first heard are unnerving. but only when first heard.
Emrie and i today worked on the terrace project. We took turns using the hand pick axe to loosen the earth there, pulling out each rock and using it to build the little wall around the space. it's small but very uhhhhh, very , well….significant. We undid two of the planting bags of fingerling potatoes. She counted. 16 potatoes. We grew…over the course of this summer, in two Gro Bags 16 potatoes. i smiled. Not enough to keep us all alive. But….we DID grow them. 16 beautiful and fine fingerling potatoes. If you grew 16, for sure, if you figured it out better, you could grow more. i view it as a success.
Life is good.
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