just this small thing    and  making food things,   Elote sauce ,   bringing down things from vehicle of that last Friday trip in to the big world….the bag of cat food  from the Feed Store  that because i left  the window open,   Puppy gets  in  and chews a neat hole to self feed  so i…

interviewed possibilities for patching.    beauty a consideration.   Artsy.    until finally accepting the reality that the whole front rim is threadbare and unreliable for a less than delicate dog.   She flings herself on to it.  Catapults herself  off.   so…the Walnut sheet.  folded in half.   "Tacked" down firmly here in 5 places.   Two sides and…

  Minnow's chair in these hot days,  hot nights,   she sleeps outside.   This chair.    she springs from it to guard  the rim of that fenceline down there in the Doe Forest where so much seems to be happening day unto day   night unto night   and she guards.   to come back,  to her chair   and…

the Altar.   Every Thing there.   Down to each twig of salt cedar.   Becoming aware how  memories feel….well   tactile.   In the cloth world we might say…components.       physical somehow.     part of the body.    a new sense of  what i am   "made of"  that i want to learn more about.  

  just the other day.     really.   just the other day,  i thought about the WonderBird.   Thought to look at it.   Robe hangs on a hook in that Back Room.  All the time..   Has never been on the Evac list.     ?     I guess because it's Linsey-Woolsey and Evac days are in the 90's? …

so,   we wonder.   Nancy…Pomegranate Trail. blogspot.com   and probably all of us.   Blogging is kinda old fashioned,  right?  i think so.    and i wondered again today…When Was It?,  that i decided to post every day?   and what was my reasoning   at that time?   so i went to the Archives to try to find an answer…

the smallest lizard i have ever seen.    Tiny.    just in front of Jack's water tub,  so     NEAR   me….approaching me and then,  skittering away' so  tiny

there's something about fray      that i love.    so i leave it.      but now…this season coming,  maybe now.   I'll sit with it a while.

the gate.     i drop Jack's feed over and he eats while i lean into the gate.   the pallet   is just ahead,  maybe 3ft away.  against the trunk of the Old Pine.     on either side of the old tree there's  branches and twigs,  plants and beyond,  that's Jack's tent house,  his  rain shelter.  It's…