Who gifted me this cloth?   i am so sorry.  so apologetic.   it has been saved…for so long that i don't know,  that its  identification has been separated from it     It has been SAVED.    and today…i think today is its day and it is with a flood of relief and happiness.   I NEED to…

so small.    so perfect a representation of its pepperness.   a surge of love for this.   And then i think…..born to be eaten.   O.   destined for stir fry.   O.   and it all becomes more complicated.   We,   Jenny,  Alyssia,  Emrie and I got a brand new pad and wrote a list to be ticked off.   Fire…

i only had that one left…the  one  old so small brass safety pin.    i ordered some.  was careful to read the description….it said brass.  They are new.  and so,  shiny.  Gold looking.  i'll look around,  see if there's a way to "age" them…or as with cloth,  the walnut dip that gentles the brightness ….i…

Third day in a row that Michelle showed up.   Cannot Ignore.   OK,  Michelle.    and They are talking.    These from 3 bags in the basket that is always to my left,  here,  at the Everything Table.    I spilled them out together and there….Michelle.   Right there.   What is the message from the streets of…

this pic from a couple days ago.   that one on the right   the Hopeful Bit of Information that Liz found…  Comments on 5/17  post   ….. and i was so glad to receive. this morning i glanced over and was startled.   How can i imagine that the necessary cycle has not been disrupted.   ?   …

India Flint's hands.   India Flint.com   School of Nomad Arts Back in my cloth beginning,  Jude and her.   I have those first books of hers.    and for Reasons,  i wandered away.  from her. What does all this mean right now?   Why could i sit here all day and then more days and just look at…

the elegant perfect exit holes from a last year's gall.   Two galls from a branch of the tree i pictured the other day….new.  This year.  Larvae inside.   The branch had been pushed to the ground.  I read and read,  did not see if the gall needs to remain on the Oak branch for the cycle…

this photograph is a complete surprise.   I   Saw   nothing like this…..the odd lighting,  the emphasis on certain details it somehow illustrates for me this sense of how things are in this time.  a time that seems as if i am doing  nothing but i continue.   doing nothing.   nothing…..meaning…..making. because i am doing nothing,  i am…

    that walk…was originally for….going to the Yellow.    Emrie's favorite color.    We put our faces into the Yellow.   the fragrance is indescribable.  Soft.  Strong.  powdery. molecules.  spell binding.      just   YELLOW.    Bees.    Spanish Broom.   Invasive.   I read that it's close to impossible to eradicate.    Yet they say we…