over to try to clean up the trashed cardboard at B.  Got some done.  Feeling good.  Sun.  Warm enough.  Hauled some up to the blue truck that just sits there waiting for something to happen with the intent of putting all of the excess in the bed of it.  Twice.  and put cement blocks on…

a seam of something.  in last days,  continually rising to the top of the scrap basket,  just appearing there,  waiting.  Ok       a small lizard.   just begun,  but it will work.  Feels so good to the fingertip…small,  strong,  like lizards feel.  This makes me really happy.

    Last night and then again, all day today,  there was no connection for this Laptop.  Out of the blue.  I had no clue.  Just NOT.  so i spent time thinking,  thinking about why i blog everyday anyway.  It's excessive.  Why?  and maybe i shouldn't?  Maybe it's been long enough.    So i looked…

  this is the bedroom of this Place.  At the foot of the bed,  to the left in this pic there is 12 inches  of space,  mattress to wall.  On the front of pic,  close to us is where the door also is and there's 18 inches,  mattress to partial wall/door.  There are hooks on…

Collard Trees…2 of them. Re stablized,  Leggy Beings as they are     emptying the buckets of Goat Earth into the far right of the Wall Garden,  there…atop things,  this small beet.   ????   Maybe a reminder of how much we loved the beets and should plant many, and plant in succession this time.…

 Dee Mallon,  Pattern and Outrage  deemallon.wordpress.com.    ou thA post today entitled  The light it speaks. "Even before we've tinkered with our clocks,  the light speaks of spring.  Soft and democratic,  it offers its glow wherever it falls, instilling a sense of hope." …….soft and democratic, it offers its glow wherever it falls, instilling a…

am way better at them than last year,  this time,  but still…. and stitching the blade of grass.  Not a lot to photograph about that.    I watch the light in the world outside the window here for signs of lightening,  first to make a run to feed the buck Goats and also,  on these…

Deb Lacativa's thread….what Pleasure to stitch with,  how alive it makes things…just as i see things  in my mind,  the Cloth receives and holds working with the dreams…i wake last night to remembering Country Joe and the Fish,  Porpoise Mouth….UTube.  me,  72 or 73 yrs,    3:00 something AM     listening,  remembering.   He's…

we call what is around us, above us,  Air.  That's such a small word for it.  Air.  as it extends UP from us,  we call it Sky.  A bigger word.   But what it is is so much more,  is so much.   It's what we breathe in and out, what we exchange with all…

Alyssia to the VA in Sacramento for some kind of radio active scan.   Me and Emrie.  and today….the first time,  we were a little independent.  She had a good long nap and woke to her own particular interests of building towers with her blocks,  playing with the flash lights,   putting small things in…