can you see Her?  waiting…very still…upsidedown.   the day was a blink of the eye.   As was today.   it's nearing dusk.    I wish i believed in god.

She is three this summer.  Winter over Winter over.   There was never a cabbage but it didn't matter,  the leaves were excellent in stir fry.   And then somewhere along the line the aphids settled in permanently.  But that was ok too.   She was what she was,  had a personal life.   i looked down on her…

      On the same day that was Mustard Yellow,   the package arrived Via Alyssia.   From Acey. i opened it just before i went….to sleep.   Set the contents out as you see here.    Two stones.   Upon a Cloth,  ribbon,  Bottles.   Each their own Name.   I sat,  looking until i coudn't and then went…

these pics were from yesterday which feels like for ever ago…not a yesterday at all….the possibility of Evacuation pending,  had continued.  There was temptation to Give Water,  Feed but then sleep.  I had no energy.   none.  The "air",  sky, Air that is between and touching everything was a strange mustard yellow and ash was floating. …

  a restless night.  smoke.  and the owls came.  Tay had to stay awake.   this morning there was no update on the Fire,  known as the Potters Fire,  600 acres.  20% contained by late evening.   This morning down to the Wall Garden and me thinking that because of the excessive heat,  i was given…

i'd imagined a plain Hot day,   maybe some more plants eaten by Something,  but just a plain Hot day and i would go Give Water after Goat care.    around 7 am there was Thunder.   A little distant but then ROLLING closer and closer and ROLLING,  the sound almost continuous,  Roll into Roll into Roll…

is there a thing of Destiny?   even about   "small"  Things   …like green beans?   in the Wall Garden,  they were uhhhhh,  Taken,   taken at ground level almost as soon as their second leaves.    Replanted here at B and going along but this mornng…2 of them,  disappeared for the most part….. but just the leaves this…

the gentleness of B garden.   What i guess is dappled.   In any direction,  always  branches,  leaves,  pine needles. at A,  the Wall Garden…Full SUN.   Half way thru Giving Water,  i took off my dress,  dunked it in a bucket of water,  wrung it out and put it back on.  Sat a while,  my feet in…

scrub oak leaf at B garden.   ????   Dried,  fallen.  Spent.     the leaf provided habitat,  there's a better word,  but i can't think of it right now,  but the leaf provided a Place for     Something else to play out their Necessity.   I probably can never know what this secondary life form is.   i…

this doesn't make much sense.  But this is a journal.  it doesn't have to.  I just need it here.  today.  as a kind of  Witness  of about how the Thread runs true even when we don't notice for a long time.   it runs through and pulses quietly waiting till we catch up. the wall across…