best friend,  Jumpin Jack Flash.   Who can be a best friend because of being a wether…neutered as a buckling.  He is from Ten Zen and one of Jan's does in New Mexico,  Joey.    As we consider breeding,  we think to keep a couple wethers.  They are really the most fun Goats….maintain their…

  Jenny got this last fall from the Sale Table at Tractor Supply.  It was ify.  But it made it and also bloomed,  all the fall months.  It says not so much for deer and we thought maybe too,  Goats,  but i couldn't bear to put it out side the fence to find out.  But…

it's dusk.  Talkie is speaking her one end of the day sound.  Emrie,  when here late,  into darkness last night,  stopped everything and was alert, ears pricked,  to that sound,  the single sound that Talkie speaks at dusk.  Emrie repeated it.  Perfectly.  Listened.  Repeated.  Listened.  Repeated.  Her eyes were wide with the exchange that had…

  Alyssia  had an appointment at the VA in Sacramento.  At 3pm.  an awkward hour.   So Emrie came around 12:30, 1 give or take.   Julian decided to go with her,  school is out,  he thought it was going to be interesting (it wasn't)  so it was me and Emrie.  We were off to…

there is the Fence.   The need.  the heartbreak.   Their trail ran up, diagonal,  through Campsite B.,  off into the hinterland.  It's blocked now.  They go up,  along the new fence and then over,  their Beauty Full path no longer.   leveling to create a new Compost,  an ongoing compost,  an ALIVE compost balancing…

view from the toilet.  Alyssia couldn't bear to sell them,  but didn't want them.  I'll try them out,  see how they might work.  I love my big round baskets but they also collect a lot of dust and cat hair.       waking at 3 am.   Wanting to stay awake,  wanting to go…

Daughter Jenny held feelings about New Mexico.  Specifically,  for the WIND.  And although It could be harsh,  i continued to love It.  I'd thought i would miss Wind here….but i'm not because it has been so present.  So really present this winter,  the second winter,  more than last,  my first.  Those atmospheric rivers have been…

there was an ebb in the Flow of the Atmospheric River.  There was SUN.  A "sky" with clouds in blue.  I walked.  I saw a million ways to be Alive,  and then there's that interior self that's forever unseen but in the million and one~th way,  the way that matters most,  how we rise up…

resting in the drawer for a while.  now…out and speaking.

no matter what.  no matter anything     there will always be Beauty.