a few days ago.   With the Storks Bill that we pulled to make the vegetable garden in the Wall Beds at A.   When i was pulling them,  all the dye pots were still at the storage unit down the road.  They lay there, the Storks Bill,   a few days ,…

  well….here we are.  I think Verizon has erected another tower.  This is posted from This Table,  in This Travel Trailer.  If it's true,  and if it holds,   things will be Glorious. She was under the tarp over the bales of feed when we drew it back.  Still.  Waiting.  Still.  We exchanged  loooong gazes.…

        i have hesitated with this.  Even though the photograph was taken some days ago,  i was hesitant.  I know a little of the Why now.  There is more of Why that i am yet to learn.  Part of why it's here today is my words of the last post.  I read…

it is hard.   Every day there are new and totally different plant people rising and thriving.  Some with flowers,  some with seed heads,  every day…a new one,  not seen before.    The frustration at not being able to get the pics on here is enormous.  I feel it in my body… in the past,…

Tay is doing well.  Very well.  4 and a half days.   No side effects to the chemicals they prescribed.  Swelling almost non existent.   No discoloration of the wound site.    I knock on wood.  She took the Hit for us.   the Alert.  Now we go.  

in order to go,  forward,  into what is completely new,  Unknown,  it is good to be OPEN.  What HAS BEEN will remain as container,  as form to Hold the new as it arises.  There is no need to do anything but remain Open.  Curious.  Willing. So, she goes.  Steady.  Spirit Crow accompanies her.

        so far: there are 4 kinds of lizards,  this one the largest, maybe 8 or 9" long.  Another with copper eyelids.   A skink.  Each day, more and more butterflies,  caterpillars, one looking like a Chinese festival dragon.  Moths.  Bees, 3 kind,  wasps, earthworms, horsehair worms,  child of the earth, spiders,…

a few days ago,  before i brought the baskets here,  i'd taken off two scraps.  they didn't belong.   they were what was at hand, but had nothing to do with this story.  the  Cloth then, was very plain.    immediately,  without even looking, the two purple/blue scraps surfaced from two separate baskets and as…

Enough waiting.   I realized i was waiting,  and waiting negated Now.  All the days of Now.    So i went to that storage unit and brought back some of the baskets.  Hard to tell,   well, impossible to tell,  exactly What was in those baskets that were covered in black plastic garbage bags.  But…

for since that post of April 1,  the MOON post,   Fixed,  i have thought.  Slowly.  Thought by thought.  slow.   going back,  then going forward.  I said i was fixed.  grounded.  HERE.  Finally Here.   What did i mean?   and there is an immediate and easy association to that meaning "home".  Am i…