last night it was that sky river.  Buckets and buckets of rain dumped,  spilled over,  ALL NIGHt LONG,  non stop.  Today,  some times of just very light rain,  but rain nonetheless.  Goats try and then run back.  Dear them…. This is not supposed to be happening.  But it is happening.   Nothing to do but watch.…

a string of days,  till at least mid week next….Rain.  Not so much the downpour of Winter Season,  but every day for the next 5 will have rain.    i walked down the Hill to the car for the town trip and at this moment,  the scent of the Scotch Broom over there was just…

this plant…along the top edge of the dye bed.   a single one.  i see it no where else.  this is not a good photograph.  It deserves better.   the deep butter yellow,  along a curved bloom stem.   Cloth talks about the planet Earth,  being the MindBody,  the Consciousness.   We,  the earthly beings,  being ITS blooms.…

just sky.   

i have been trying to Think.  To apply some pattern of logic to my making,  to have Thoughts about that that i can talk about at least to my Self*,  but i think i'm going to just go.   Which is what i do.   Having walked up the Hill from eating Vietnamese take out and strawberries…

this Cloth,  which isn't yet a cloth,  began only by the two scraps that of their own accord shaped the body and the outstretched arms.   Made that initial Gesture.   The scraps themselves are probably familiar to many,  was a commonly sold textile from i think the 60's or 70's?   This i think was once a…

I'll probably loose this post because i've drank some wine.   But…we'll see and let's go anyway.  There are 3 human mothers here on this Hill.  Some Goat mothers and their offspring.  2 cats that Had mothers and a dog.  A chicken who Had a mother and now gives an egg a day in that kind…

the Janet Chair with tools soaking in vinegar.  We all need to remember that this is first and foremost a Journal of Days.  Awkward as it may be sometimes.

  leaves and roots.  Roots mostly.  This Cloth is very difficult to photograph.  it's wide.  And to picture it,  it needs to be from a distance.  But then,  the roots don't so much appear,  being delicate as roots are.  But,  here,  maybe if you double click? Someone was out there calling.  I wasn't sure who, …

Snow peas….Many blooms = Many pods = Joy Jude is doodling.  Her thought catching.   I don't draw a lot for that purpose,  but sometimes it's perfect,  as in this page….So many more birds here this spring.  A finch flutters at the Morning Window all the time,  the pair of Morning Doves that Puppy hunts,  many…