windthread

 

when a Day seems to be being asked to hold more than you could ever have imagined?   You get the Cloths from the back of the truck and hang them on the center beam of the…..Car Port…i finally remembered what this kind of structure is called….Car Port…hang them with 10 of the new clear head push pins that you tap in with garden scissors because you don't now where a hammer might be kept

and you look.   You see what you had tried NOT to see before…how that upper most Center is….Fire.    Ok.  and it is.  ok.  and how you tried not to see it before,   it all makes sense.

More words tomorrow.  Enough for today.

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tonight!

this is the moment, this morning, when Typepad decides that i can’t have comments…or, can’t respond? i’m
not sure what all…but like Jude experienced some days ago. this is all new, just in the last hour. i don’t know what to do.
But i want to respond to Sarita. Will figure out a way to do that. Later……

just up the highway,  Lake Oroville

 

the road has no shoulder for the most part.  it ascends.  or descends.   is very winding.   we  intended to drive up as far as we could…till the road block but got here to the bridge and there it was….in the distance…what's left of uncontained Fire.  The part they can't find a way to contain.  Deep canyons.  All along the way were places like this…ember flares that burnt out on their own quickly enough for little damage…maybe Put out?   There were also stretches that were completely burned.  Trees,  blackened sticks,  power lines burned or lying limp on the ground, tangled.  

 

 

just above the rail,  the smoke on the horizon.  Where fire is.  Looks far.  is not.  What is referred to as the Forbestown Fire.  Where we stood here is 3.7 miles from the Hill.   That Fire  is about that distance from the Hill,  as the Crow flies,  which is one breath for a Fire like this.

it's a funky neighborhood.  When Alyssia first moved here from Chico,  to be closer  (to the Hill) (to me),  i asked her what it was like and her answer was…there's a lot of foot traffic.   i thought,  me,  from Polvadera, NM,  i thought…how nice…people Out,  walking….but then learned that a lot of foot traffic means people on foot because they don't own vehicles.  People on foot,  moving almost incessantly to get needs met,  most often  meaning drugs.   O.  ok,  well….    When i used to think about California i thought in terms of maybe LA.   or maybe San Diego,  where she used to live,  where Julian was born when she was still in the Navy.   This is an old neighborhood of wooden houses,  almost all in some state of disrepair,  but…FULL.  Multiple families.  it is a common neighborhood for Oroville and nicer than quite a few.  There are also BeautyFull old neighborhoods,  and just Beautiful neighborhoods.  Everything.   The common equation is that everywhere there is any tiny space at all is FULL of Things Growing.  Trees, bushes, vines, grasses, plant people of all imaginable kinds.  It blooms.  Flowers are everywhere.  Year round.  Things GROW with Wild Abandon.

 

 

 

out back,  a modest sized Oak,  but the biggest acorns i've ever seen.   These are the size the First People would have gathered, ground into flour for the Rain Months.  

 

 

yesterday i gave Water.   it takes about 2 hours.  All the while,  i tried to FEEL the Forest of the Hill.   When that was done,  i just went to the place of the small metal house and the Morning Tree.  Same there.  Then,  over into the old Doe Goat Forest.  Same.  The Diorama of the moment….What is it?      I thought about how the people came,  and within this Forest created spaces and filled those spaces with themselves and their doings.  The Forest said ok and just watched.   What if it were all abandoned because it was too hard?

a lot of the Plant Beings of the Wall Garden and the B Garden couldn't make it….first those days of no water when we were not allowed through and all the while the smoke and ash.   But in the midst is the Malabar Spinach.  

This morning there is a post on Treetop Permaculture….Matthew Trumm's FaceBook page.  See if you can go there.  He talks about rebuilding at Berry Creek,  the "Paradise of 2020",  he has a Place there.  He talks about building in a Fire Ecology.  He addresses things about code and permits for the kind of building that is sensitive to that Fire Ecology….homes made of earthen plaster, rammed earth, cobb, strawbale, hempcrete, aircrete, chip crete or a combination.   I wanted Jenny and Alyssia to find a Place to Live.  Live a life of their own creation.  They found the Hill.   and now,  there are complications.  Big beyond anyone's control.   But i look at the images Matthew shares.  I sit now staring at them today.  No te rindas i say.  No te rindas.  

Everything is Circle.  Years ago in New Mex i asked some friends to build Jenny a rammed earth press.  for making building bricks.  They did  and Alyssia has dragged it with her through all the multiple moves.  It weighs at least 200 lbs.  Right now it's sitting somewhere in Jenny's apartment's backyard in Chico.

 

 

Mexican Fan Palm,  an old mother,  at end of Alyssia's driveway.  Over two phone poles tall.

 

she has Many children all over

 

 

 

I think how these might be wings for the Mask Person i might make.  Somehow to me,  they are less like trees than a kind of  Grass People.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg!   Can you hear me?  Please…don't Fly yet….linger,  hover over Us….Stay.   Just awhile,  just as long as you can

leaving early to go Give Water at Hill.   first battery light came on and then,  almost there,  a strange humming sound and the Heat Gauge shot up to the RED zone.  Pull over.  Water leaking from under driver's side,  just some but engine is HOT.   There is still water in the reserve.   Call Alyssia and they come.  We look and she sees something dangling,  i reach down and in and feel,  pull up and out a very very shredded belt.  Conversation.  We continue on to Lakeside Diesel where our Great and Kind neighbor who doesn't work on old Toyota trucks has fixed Sunny now 4 times….i show him the tattered belt.  He asks questions and says to leave the key.  He will call.  Might not be till morning.   A few hours later he calls.  Ready.  Sunny has a new radiator fan belt.  We go.  

like Emrie,  i'd NEEDED the above pictured.    NEEDED.  Clear head push pins and that plaster casting tape.   They arrived.  Am not sure what the pushpins are for…but when i was afixing Deb Lacative Beauty C loth to the sun shade frame at the Wall Garden,  i could hardly find enough…had to take down that Walnut Looking Cloth to use those.  This is a container of 700.    The plaster tape….for the Mask i need to make.  

i'll leave for the Hill again in just a little while.  Things are blurring into themselves and eachother.   I will see what needs to be done to clean the Ash in the "house".     The Evac order has downgraded from Mandatory to Evac Warning.  Spot fires continue to erupt nearby.

double click….right in center….in the gap of the wood of the retaining wall????   i give water,  and soon,  i am not alone.  They appear,  in these cracks,  peeking out,  watching.   Tree Frogs.    During the Winter Rains,  there are hundreds.  Where are they all now?   But as i bring water…some.  I think to reassure me,  to say their own small Yes.

that first time we were allowed to go back to Hill…Jenny arrived first and had begun giving Water in Wall Garden.  She took this pic.   Messaged it to me.   it has such Meaning to me that it Had Such Meaning to her….Hollyhock.  Last bloom of the Season…Hollyhock,  that had just appeared  on the Hill, in the Spring…out of the blue.  Guardian.

that day too,  i was able to Re~Think.    Filled this HUGE Ziploc….here, it's 3ft tall,  2ft wide.   Scraps.   it's in the Truck.

am going back today if i can get through….there were a lot of police yesterday  at that last traffic light,  that last intersection on Olive Hwy just before our turn onto Old Olive.  Looked like they were considering closing again.  I'll find out.

but want to say….THANK YOU to all who are thinking to help with Things….ie  the different Horse Trailer.   But it's ok.  Between the three of us,  we will work it out.   So…no….not now.    There may come a time when it would  be ok,  but NOT YET.  We did not lose anything.  We have not lost anything.   

will put more words here later today,  once i'm back over to Hill.   For now,  Love and Love