there it was…a layered sky blue, pink, blue again then pink again and then a roseorange. I've never seen this sky before. and there was the Something Else…that hazy brightness. It would be the last day of Sun now for many to come. I went down to A Garden, the Wall Garden that i had abandoned. Yesterday and the day before there had been WIND, almost like New Mexico Wind…Gusts. I picked up what had been thrown around, covered the mower, righted the chairs. The "sail" roof of the A frame shade house had held. John Lewis blown over but the Avacado stood. The cardboard pieces and flattened boxes were strewn about and i collected them, cut them into shapes and weighted them with rocks in half of the Wall Garden. We need more and when there's another Sun day, i'll finish. Cover them bucket by bucket with Goat manure through Winter. A small pile of cardboard i left. There was a Huntsman Spider under the top one… she was startled and i left her alone. Then i sat. Thought about how what we and then I had imagined, had changed. Noticed how i had no need to create any story of that. It simply is what it is. For Now. Thought about how that's a real accomplishment, not needing to make something of what simply is.
on the way back up at B Garden, the one tomato plant had blown over for the second time. 4 of her green tomatoes fallen off. The heavy laden yellow cherry tomato crashed over . Arms from one of the overly tall Paul Robeson's hung down, on the tomato cage of fencing i'd made. Didn't break. just bent….but may break or pull the whole thing over if there's more Wind. The food plants People are winding down, have given their all. Quiet now. Still very alive, but Quietly.
Alyssia came very late last night with ice. Both girls in their car seats, Shiny metallic balloons floating above them, Emrie is wild of words, Brinley is full of questions…Where are the Goats, Why does the Dog do that, Emrie throwing her words to take up all the space, to drown out Brinley's questions. Emrie yells, "I told her every thing already". They had left at noon to pick up the vehicle that will replace the stolen catalytic converter truck. From there, on down to Sacramento to get more things from The House. Feed the ducks that are still there, then meet T's mother at a funeral home to make The Arrangements. It was 8pm when they brought the ice. Set inside the door, then gone. Less than 5 minutes and i ached for Emrie. Today on phone, Alyssia told how Brinley has attached to Emrie. How Emrie has become attached to Alyssia's whereabouts. How Fate called his father from his mother's, wanting to come back for another night. He did.
We will make our way. We know nothing but that. That we will make our Way. Today is Julian's 12th Birthday. i made him a failed cornbread that i sent with Alyssia. so he'd know i'd tried. He loves cornbread.
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