if the morning…before light…could last…just a little…longer this Shadow
this weekend moves toward mid week of 110 degrees. I learn how to do this. Because temps will only rise in the foreseeable future, i went this morning for dog/cat food, Talkie's meal worms, Wine for me. We are Ready.
there is almost a hypersensitivity. i spend much time looking up at the tips of the tree branches…where they are There…in the light of SUN as it moves through "the sky" watch as leaves let go and spin down. On the way to town, the men in the heavy equipment doing some great project with Olive Hwy, their long sleeved shirts, Vests, Helmets, steel toed boots….like the branches. I drive past a person sitting hunched on the curb. Like i sit. squatsit, leaning forward, but he is in a world of his own under this SUN, sitting on the curb, head bowed down, his index finger ….tapping. tapping the back of his neck
there was a tomato worm. i wondered…and there it was. So fine a tomato worm, child of a Hawk Moth. and i plucked it off and flung it to Talkie who looked at it with one eye and declined and there it was…. and tonight, a night later, i still feel the grief of that in my gut….how it all happened so fast. I need to find some kinds of native Nightshade and plant it…so i can transport the inevitable being from "my" tomato
i wish there was a blog out there, somewhere, of someone who lives like i do.
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