I changed her water in the kitchen sink.    Blossom arms have turned Up and toward the window,  toward the Sun.   No real sign yet of root(s).   Tomorrow i will take the jug to set in the Wall Garden where she will live if she chooses and if she can.    When Jenny came…

i get up this morning.  Still dark.   Put  tea water on.    Sit and stare out the window into the Trees,  thinking….I'm losing it.   This dream….seemed to have lasted  all night ,  much came before,  but these scenes, just at the very end,  until i got up:   at first i have found a really good…

  Finished.  and with the last minute surprise of the  loose  black and white  at the top.   I don't know what i can say about it.  Very Earth,  very Grounded  but also very responsive to planetary movement…maybe ' magenetic ' fields….that we can't see, or know,   but that we can sense,  can  draw upon?   For…

New phone

this is it.   this is enough.   what it asks to be. so many moments of   "should"  with this Cloth.    about it being too simple.   about it being just graphite.  But so long  it has been here just to my left and i was  unwilling  to respond to the shoulds.   This is it. it's about…

Last week Alyssia brought this.  it's over 3ft….a "branch" she accidentally cut off a bush at the edge of her driveway.    It's off the "bush" that last year i immediately identified as a Geranium….and marveled at….not a potted plant,  but a BUSH…maybe 4 ft X4ft or more.   BIG.   But in a state where grapefruits…

Blue to hold me                                                                     Himalayan Blue Poppies      Manoj  Kinger     Photographer so….a lot,  at once,  with one thing dependent upon…

Storks Bill….Cranes Bill  is EveryWhere this year.   to the side of a rock on the way from this metal house to the Curry House where i feed pellets in the evening.  Over on the side of Sunny Ray and Jack Flash's Place.  At B.  Down at A,  all over around the Wall Garden,  IN the…

feeling like i would change things…..But…..i had "agreed" not to,   to let things Stand,  as they come,  of their own accord…. and as i worked in the Gardens,  i thought of this….things there are also of their own accord.   As i followed the Trial….there too,  things presented of their own accord no matter how choreographed…