the rattlesnake grass on the right side of the drivewayroad,  here,  on the hill that rises up to campsite B.   Profusion.  This particular grass appears in other places.  But in OTHER places,  there is none,  but some other native grass.  Eitherway,  it is what was such an Amazing and Surprising GREEN this spring,  just…

you can kind of understand the slope.  At the upper end of the pic you can see the two lilacs  in their landscape pots.  For Alyssia to decide…where….she gets  back tomorrow. Most of what has been planted here has come to the apex of it's LifeSpan.  We will make notes of how it's gone and…

the final walk.   The whole of it,  the Hill,  from the big Gate at Carefree Way,  is i think,  about 8 times this expanse.  Maybe only 7.   At the end,  you can see the travel trailer.  Behind it the horse trailer that we will be moving down soon in case there is need…

i am a slow bloomer.  i take time.    This is looking out, down the slope to the Hut site at B.  I am where i often sit these days,  above,  over through the trees from the Travel Trailer at C.  Where it is cooler and where there is always the at least small breeze.…

on the day of Solstice i put up this small cloth line.    This taking way longer than ever before.  I guess because of having no idea about the  "house".   It's shape even,  it's orientation.  Where would the door be?   But it seemed now time.  Some pieces of baling twine tied together strung…

i've never stitched on new commercial fabric.  it's cotton.  but it's new and the "hand",  that there is,  is dense and stiff.  There is no Give.    I began the stitching across the top and usually by the second row the rivulets begin to appear,  the third  for sure,  but here,  not.  I wanted to…

we arrived here,  at the New Place,  ten days before Winter Solstice.  Time has passed.  Days.  Days are time.  Time is a life.  a life is days.   this morning,  on the way Down to campsite A,  to look at the Fig Tree,  Puppy of course came.  Puppy always comes.  Always.  Everywhere you are,  Puppy…

  Ceanothus.   California Lilac. Flowers give green. Leaves,  a tan orange.  Root a red brown.   Daughter Jenny,  who presents a disclaimer right off,  for a lot,  has searched.  I said i need one.  at least.  She has searched.  Today she brings this one.  When she brought it to  the check out place of…

how does one Stand?    When hatred is not an option.  When violence is not an option.  Then….how does someOne stand? Here,  she stands with.  Stands with the Spirit of Earth…maybe called Mother… Mother Earth,  or,  maybe one of the Mother's devas?   I always have hesitation with the concept of Earth as Mother.  Earth…

if i could. if i could snap my fingers and become 30 or even 40 again…if i had made different choices,  if i had in my wildest imagination imagined this day today, which i could not have but if i could have,  this would be me.   I would travel and simply STAND at the…