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  •   this last summers,  smaller than usual,  most pingpong ball sized.   Many are ordinarily twice as big.   Most likely the excessive heat. the Hill has 3 kinds of Oak…. Live Oak,  the ones that are most prevalent  in this Forest,  evergreen.  Then Valley Oak and Scrub Oak,  both  deciduous.    I have never seen a…

  • late last night i was thinking about how i'd like to get some cloths ….finished….and over into the Shop.   This would Help.   and to my left,  here at the  Table,  just under the Worm Cloth that i cannot sell,  was this one with the large red earth form.   It's been there for weeks.    It's…

  • i need at least this much of the Wall Cloth back.    The Ecstatics still barely threaded together and pinned on the Wall Cloth.  Was prepared to take them apart,  but Not what they wanted.   I looked through what large pieces of cloth i still have and the only  one that would work was this…

  •   Margery's post  at Trickster's Hoard    late last night "….perhaps the land imagines us.  The exterior landscape interacts with our interior landscape,  and in the resulting entanglements,  we become something more than we otherwise could ever hope to be." my comment there: this connected to where i was/am trying to get to the other…

  •   Talkie…back from vacation

  • * the ground cloth….a piece of white raw silk forgotten in a jar with  oak galls.   Very surprised by the color.  

  •   about yesterday?    No edit here.   a pure journal entry.   Need it here.  What was it that made the town trip so different?  Began with the blossoms on Alyssia's Plumcot down at where this Hill road turns onto Carefree way.   Taking pics for Alyssia,  my face into them,  bees and then all the way…

  •   it wants to go further.   to Continue.      Ok,  but i don't know how. today was a tangle of so many things.   There was the Post Office.   mail.     The grocery store.    The parking lot of the grocery store.    Driving to Alyssia's,   the foot traffic along the way…meaning street people.   the…

  •   every time i thought it was the moment to go DO something…i just didn't.   I  searched the small fragment bag and brought out pieces that i just moved around.   Slowly.   Moving them.   Watching how i felt as they moved.   and didn't finish the hand   and moved them more.   Until it felt like…

  • more of the same.   There are 8 containers filled of mix soil and this manure/straw.    Snap peas.   We are all big on stir fry.   3 of the containers have been growing for a while.  Blossoms really coming on.   i opened the packet,  held to my hand and these my heart skipped a beat. …