small ones…like this…that have feeling,  heart.   Making.   i want to make some.

click it.

but,   not.  Parsley.   All summer 3 clusters sat there quietly.  spindley.  only a few branches.   We use parsley a lot as a regular stir fry ingredient.  stems,  not just leaves.  not as a garnish that i'd always thought it was till we read about it.   it's more than that sprig of green at the edge…

i finally got it….how it actually is….this central image of the Letter Blanket….a Deb Lacativa   spores.  at B spent the whole day at the Wall Garden,  trying to figure out how to work the drip hoses,  still about 5 ft short no matter what i do….?   Well….need to continue anyway and i did.   Pulled…

not just RAIN,  but     storm.    Everything tho is wet.    Wet has seeped in.  Filled.   After so long.

Us.   Who i live with.   The table at night.

affirmation given along my path

this here again because i love it so much….the rain~ness of it.   i searched for my rain jacket,  could not find it,  searching and searching remembering how daughter Jenny bought it and brought it the first day of my being here….3 years ago,  December 15.   I was not happy to receive it,  i was not…

this spans about half of the Wall Garden.   it's curved,  hard to take a pic of all of it.   it's almost ready.  Where you see the shovel handle is the strawberry patch that has become inundated with that tentacle grass.  and  5 clump grasses…shovel.   Forecast tomorrow is 100 % RAIN but after that i'll lay…

  i've had a lifelong relationship with Red.   i had a red cotton jacket when i was maybe 6 or 7 years old.   That i loved.  it was flannel inside.   And then,  one more red…i think when i was going into 7th grade and we were school shopping at J.C. Pennys.  I was desperate to…