Campsite A. the Wall Garden. that i abandoned.
the grasses have begun in full to set seed. it's thick and well….more than it "should" be. There's also Vetch and Clover and many others that i don't know their names. Nothing is happening there, of us, so it's Their world. Focus is on Alyssia's Yellow House in town where it's reaching its crescendo of repair.
i walked down, calling the Goats who were far off on the hill above the Canal Creek and they came and i opened the Gate and left it open and called and tho they were uneasy, they came. and could not believe their Luck. i sat with them for about an hour as they moved through and over it all . If it was the "Before Times", it would have been a herd of deer. They explored and ate things with great enthusiasm until suddenly there was a sound….kind of a thud….i don't know what….the down the road neighbors boys were doing something….but they responded by instantly forming into a tight ball and taking off out the gate, up the hill. i waited a while. They didn't return. Goats. When i got back, they were here, waiting. Chewing Cud. Basking in the SunShine. We will repeat. Until it gets right. Right meaning, no fire fuel. it's almost May.

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