the previous six posts,  six pics….B Garden last week.         this,  approx last year.    Things changed     

as i type this,  they are flying.  Alyssia, Jenny and Emrie….to Michigan.   to meet with their father/grandfather's wife,  travel to  Cheboygan where they will take a ferry to Lake Michigan's  Beaver Island,  to the summer house there,   settle matters for it's sale.    we  wait here.     Julian opted out.   Uncle Jeff  and   aunt Jazmine…

they love the sound of the pellets being poured into their bowls.   Caroline and her sons have their own bowl.   This is evening feed.   Mornings,  just hay.  Timothy grass.   and then,  all day,  the browse of twigs and acorns.   It would be wonder Full to have some In milk…what might it taste like?   No matter…

for the second time the hottest day s  ever recorded for Planet Earth this week Alyssia brought a mist~er.   it's up under the Morning Tree by the bench Jenny made where the kids make music.  the  2 faux adirondack chairs.    not far from the pile of  logs from the fallen bough.  Where  one small…

RAIN BIG RAIN like,     really      big    rain.  the first rain day that there was                 no        let  up          at all.    i couldn't feed the Goats     Downpour.  on and on and i found this  Youtube i have…

memoriam bells from Jan at Tay's grave    

  copper pot at B Garden   Having reviewed.  several times.   the findings of the Meter of Desire,     That       Wonder    stands.,  alone.    To    arriving at the question that insists on answer What NEXT?, then and finding no answer,   standing there,  no answer,      Wendy *  offers the concept…

    to hold the days still….to ask for a pause.     i think to cut the dried Brown Eyed Susans….sprinkle them,   the seed heads,   on the mound of Ginger's grave.   Some might  take.    It was so hot,  the end of the day,  the peak heat  105+,  Jenny and her man coming,    digging. …

this felt good.   but it's only 9   onward to 12 and indulged in repeating once…again.   what do i really think about that?   then,  late and with the Flash which i don't love,   i  see that it is a good time to pause….see what's happened so far.  What feels good and why.    Will…

where Carefree Way  enters onto Old Olive. the fringe of Wildland /Urban Interface  2-22-22 i don't say much about it anymore,  but the Ground i live on is Buddhism.   Alyssia and i had been talking long on phone about "the world"  and always,  for me,   John Lewis comes up.   and as always,  in conversations about…