this morning…InSight.     Maybe the key to   "what's been wrong with me".   Will let it ride for a time….see if it holds.   I think it will.   But here,   in the meantime,   this much more.   Twice this much kind of space and then,   filling the pots and all will  be ready.   Still late,  but ready.   The…

many landscape pots,  several  of the Gro Bags. *   All the pots….many worms,  all stages of growth.    This makes me so so Happy.   That what began as  not even soil, i don't know how to describe it,   stones and rocks,   now this.   Am going back to read Ruth Stout,   using scrap everything for mulch. …

i have created an identity for my Self   by/through   what i      make.    if i do not make,   who?    what"   am   I?

finally

Sleep Over.    But this morning,  in cleaning up and straightening out to get ready,     I Found.   Lost now for maybe a few weeks,  had gotten bumped off  the table  one morning in the still darkness….i'd looked and looked. was bereft   but knowing it had to be here somewhere….let it go.   and today,  found. …

he's back at it.   Jack Flash,   head through fence,  needing to be cut out.  At least once a day,  often twice and sometimes 3.  We're going to need to run that chicken wire type stuff along that entire expanse of fence,   because   sometimes i forget to go check just before dark.   and like tonight, …

i read again,   the news article about Erica Heilman that  Judith Hunter brought  in a link to Us in comments on the  4~6 post.  and then i listened.  Each time it deepens,  the visuals are even more animated and colorfull….in the reading,    there is sound.   this morning, i woke with the thought…………………..What if i…

everyone except Jenny's man,  toothache,  came.   Maybe and probably last burn of this year.   Kids alternated playing and work.  Much accomplished.   in the end,   which is drowning the fire…about  an hour and a half  for that…it was just the 4 of us.   Quiet conversation and just doing.    Emrie likes using the heavy duty spray…

one of the two Old hoodies.   Been in the laundry bag since fall i guess,   so like seeing an old friend.   Some of the threads have worn away or somehow disappeared.   Metta.   Stitched either just before i came here or just after?   i think before,  but not sure.  They seem like such small thoughts  in…