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and now she's smiling.

This cloth has helped me focus on things that have been elusive.   Things that are becoming clear, but i won't   "word"  them yet.   Will wait until it all seems in place.  I tend to repeat a lot,  both  with the pics and thoughts.  Trying to break that habit as much as i can and still keep the journaling  quality of this for myself.  

 

Insects.  On the Three Leaf Sumac in the Way Back this morning.  I've seen these before i think 3 years ago.  They are squashy bodied with bristly hairs.  They stay in this mass.  I don't know what they turn into.

 

 

The Feather Grass was exceptionally beautiful in the early SUNlight.   And as i was emptying the compost from the kitchen i turned and there she was.   That  BIG  Whiptail lizard i talked about a while ago.   I had disturbed her  from  the squash vines that are growing in the compost and she streaked toward the pile of branches that still haven't become the  hugelculture, or however we spell it,  i can't remember,  but she was almost there when she totally …… stopped and looked up at me.   They do that,  the Whiptails,  so the establishing eye contact was not unusual.  Still what IS unusual is her size.  She is VERY BIG.  The way most big Whiptail i could imagine.  and again,  because she remained still for so long,  i got to look well at her.  She is almost velvety looking,  striped,   but softly so and those beautiful ivory colored dots.   Her underside is a very pale aqua, her feet, chin.   If i'd had the camera with me,  i could have taken as many pics as i wanted.    She was wanting to be Known.  So tomorrow morning i'll go back again and see if she appears again.  She is a Strong Sign.  What made the woman in the Cloth smile.

 

 

 

 

Insects.  I think that every insect that Can get born,  gets born in August.   Bug Month.   I have 6 very itchy bites.  2 are the "weeping" kind,  the others just very large lumps.   I have no clue who causes them.  But know they are from hauling the feed,  so that would make spiders suspect,  and then from going into the Middle Oasis and cutting the Kochia.   Who know who lives there.  But 

ITCHY.      Off and on during the night i'll wake.  Itching.  Itching like crazy.  Ack.  August, i try to just think.  It's just August,  when things get born and are hungry.  Ok.  

Another long hard time with the Old Cowboy.   

 

dropped off a billion more VCR movies to the Thrift Shop.   This is through a very dirty windshield.   Found a few damask napkins and table runner for Deb Lacativa.  In case she ever again has time.  Being a new Nanna.

and i have NO IDEA WHY today was the day.  But the cushion on the computer chair is worn.  I'd begun to make a patch during Jude Hill's Contemporary Boro but then just quit.   I love how denim gets a wierd almost greygreen patina over time.  But it was wearing thin,  even the patch,  so today i added some and intend to continue.

 

 

 

for whatever reason,  i thought to look back.   So,  i went to the archives and was able to go back as far as 2010.  Before that was Blogspot and i can't access those days without a lot of rummaging.  But 2010 was good enough to tell me what i wanted to know.   And what i'm thinking in this moment is that at some point, someday,  when i ….STOP….it will be good and interesting to Go Back.  Maybe.  But right now,  there's no point.   The Just Going is very much enough.  What happened on August 11th of last year is interesting and beautiful, because it was recording the bloom of the Datura,  but  it is true that TODAY is different.  Today GREW out of last year and the year before and the year before …..Today is what is GROWING NOW.   Today.  OK.  so…OK.

 

a little more.  Was work away day.  So, just a little more.  

 

in trying to see if i could find a tweek that would show the Vibrations more,  i found this one…which doesn't,  but was really interesting and beautiful in it's own way…

 

and it took how many days….?……i get up from here to look at the calendar and YES…Three days.  Daughter is right again!   Three days and today when Thunder Man began speaking,  they took off,  from the Way Back,  through the Corridor,  into the Albatros before there was even so much as ten drops of Rain.   So i went out to look and yes…most of them…but not all….o,  eee,  a seperated herd?????????????   

but there, across the Middle Yard,  in the Guinea Hen Palace…..the rest.   They had chosen that.  So they work it out.   and Best of all they have Choices.   

And here we are.  Inside TODAY.   yup.  

 

 

 

a SUNday and it was,   beauty Full  glow of Sun  and small things OutSide…like planting the rest of the SUNflower seeds….the ones that were eaten in the spring.  Don't know what i've been waiting for..??? But they are in.   There's enough time for a late fall bloom….unless they are eaten again…?  Who knows.

Spending time with the bucks.   Checking out their hut which could use another bale of bedding straw.  Looking at their demolition of their hut and how to mend that.   This is just On Going.   I nail/screw stuff together,  They, cheerily over time knock it apart.  And so it goes.   

to keep them busy while i was looking,  i threw in some very big Kochia weeds…like almost 5 ft tall, and more even than eating them,  they love to attack them with their horns…scurs,  but to them, horns,  and i missed the best pic of Nogal running with a huge one on his horns…it was just the best but here,  you can kind of get the jist…him, camouflaged …..  They are such sweet buck goats.  All of them.  All of them remembering well when they were babies and were held and loved close.  They have kept that.  Even Sunny Ray who is now so intent on doing all the things an Alpha buck would do.  He still,  if it were possible,  would like to sit in my lap.

 

and slow.  slow stitching of the Energy Vibrations that are really,  the atmosphere,  but are really these swirling vibrant movements of Energy.  This is going to take a while.  But it's how it is.

 

taken from the farthest back of the Way Back fence

 

eventually,  i'll put some kind of little closure here,  a gate of sorts.   Just for now and then occasions.   And i will need to frame up the opening to the highest cross beam and cut out the lower one.  I can go through it,  but i need to crawl and that's fine when there are not  all of them pushing me on.   But no hurry.  

 

click twice for Guess Who.

 

slow but sure.   Now for whatever else wants to happen.  Playing it by heart.

 

What ARE Rainbows,  really.   Like, Really?…..

Go to Jude's Spirit Cloth.  Click the Placekeeper and watch,  upper left,  QUEEN OF THE SUN.

Today is the BEST DAY.   The very BEST of Best days.   It  could not possibly have been better.

I had told my granddaughter that i would participate in the world wide meditation for peace and  that took place at 10a.m. my time.   So early before that i checked Everything.  Checked and reChecked.  Everything was good.   It was cool.    There was the slightest breeze and the SUN fell softly upon the land.   Everyone fed.   The hour of the meditation,  which is a whole other story, but not for now.   And once over,   i picked up the tools and went to the Way Back.   With the company of all Goats,  pried loose 3 fence slats and it was Done.  

came around and took this from the porch.   They just went through.  You can see Tay…flying sideways from going so fast to see it

 

Just Going,  the last one through

 

 

They were excited.  They were READY.  but also,  it was interesting that they just Went.   It was all most as if they had known all along it could be this way and were anticipating but waiting for me to make it happen.   There was no milling about,  just purposeful Going.   They had not been back in the middle pen for a year, most of them,  but they remembered and checked every single thing out.  Went back…through the corridor several times, back and forth

 

 

enjoyed BROWSING on the Salt Cedar,  which they can't "browse to death"…

and that was 

it.

If ever  "All was well",   this would be the moment.   Tay,  for her part,  was Thrilled with it all,  ran and leaped,  ran and leaped,  flew through the air and landed on a dime at the fence….sniffed and nuzzled and was totally RAPT  but did not utter a single bark.  Did not push,  did not lunge.  Just ran  along the perimiter of it all,  taking every opportunity to lick  an ear,  a shoulder,  a nose and the Goats, for their part,  paid really almost no attention to her.  Always acutely AWARE,  as Goats are,  but really,  just took her in as Part of It All.

The bucks….the bucks watched,  mesmerised from a distance,  muttering sometimes,  sometimes Nogal calling out…he is still in that netherland between buck and baby,  so called out for his mother, his sister,  but called out too for just Does.   But there was no undue comotion.

I cannot tell what great great sense of OKness this day brought.   They are not Free Range Goats,  but i am not a free range woman either.   But we have done all that we can possibly do to make things as OK as we can possibly make them.   And there is a HUGE sense of goodness to it.   This is just OK.   Like Goldilocks,  they will not be too hot,  nor too cold,  nor too wet,  nor too dry,  nor too small nor too large,  they can be pretty much as just right as it can be.   And i am relieved.

What does it mean,  i ask self….to be relieved?….thinking.   But for this evening,  i just want to FEEL it.  Just want to Go Out and sit…here and there,  different places and watch,  look, feel.

This is how it's going to be for who knows how long.  I no longer choose to entertain the question of How Long.  This is how it is.  and we are just so OK.  We are OK.

 

in Weave Diaries,  Jude talked about thread nest.   This is my thread basket.  

And she wrote about making a TOOL  of a loom that suits her and i recogized that thought….

 

 

 

i love Tools.   like really,  love Tools.   and this is the loom i see.   For a rag rug.  Maybe about 3X5

or even,  4x6ft.   I am going to figure out how to make this.   It has to have Wing Nuts.  I love.  Love.  wing nuts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Music Thursday.  By the time i got back home it had begun to drizzle and it continued.  All Day.  Only at almost 5 p did it brighten up and some Sun came through.   The Big Surprise got postponed.  We need a good day of Sun for everyone to be able to get used to it all.

 

 

getting closer….

 

 

Fence is finished.  all wired securely.   All questionable weeds that were in the Middle Pen have been hand pulled.  Some weeds that are common here are toxic to livestock.  

Guinea Hen Palace shored up.

Tatuma squash that snuck in there harvested.

 

Tay helped with EveryThing.  

I went into the corridor to clip some of the low branches of the Salt Cedar…so the Goats could have a clear view of what was being presented to them,  and….guess what?   There in the low branches…yup.  Another Paper Wasp nest.   This is going to be a truly challenging summer.  I am seeing more insect beings than Ever,  many i don't know at all.   And August is the month.  eeee.

a couple weeks ago,  down the road a few miles in the next populated area of Lemitar,  where Alz B's son lives,  the Electric Co-Op was trimming trees for the lines and cut one which released  many many bees from a hive that swarmed down and stung to death a mare horse and her foul.  These were what they are calling Africanized Bees.   so nothing at all like my wasps here,  but also seeing that,  it gives  one pause.   Insects are Fierce.   They claim the same rights as everything.  And

Rightfully so.

Hmmmm.   Do I want the Goats stung?   and,   would the Goats be stung?, or would they sense the presence of the wasps and dodge them?  I don't know.

 

in Weave Diaries today,  Jude posted a very Beauty Full and Loving Post on weaving with the bead loom.   and I really couldn't remember if it was still there,  back from Cloth to Cloth days,  but yup.  Here it is.  Bead Loom.   I consider it.

 

Off and on the Cloth wove itSelf through all the rest of the doing.   And i realized that i didn't at all want what had originally seemed to be presenting.   I DON'T want any more, not one more, Cloth that is specifically specific.   But rather ones that are of Common Ground.

 

so…in this moment,  this is what we have.   I don't know.  Really.  Don't know.

 

so….just after all the above,  being how i am,  wanting to FINISH,  i went back out.    The single last wasp had gone.  Where did he go?   What is he doing?  He would be a male,  a worker.   Now, no work.  

Clipped.  low branches.  A clear shot.  Way Back to Middle.

Ready.

i looked up.  How do any of these things have anything at all to do with Anything?

 

 

 

 

 

 

we'll see in the morning.     went out,  just to look.   But i thought,  Why Not just TRY?     So, ok and  two hours later it was done  ish.   I inched the 16ft cattle panels up the driveway,  through the gate,  over and across and then,  the hardest part, maybe,  pulled them behind the wire livestock fencing.  All the fencing needs to be on the Inside of the metal T posts,  inside being the side the animal is on.   Expecially Goats.  Goats LOVE to rub on fences,  back and forth,  scratching.   If the fencing is on the outside of the T posts,  eventually  whatever wire you have used to tie  on pulls loose and well,  Things can Happen.  

 

 

Coming through the gate with the first panel,  there was a sudden Alert activity and low and behold,  the Paper Wasps had built a cell nest INSIDE the BELL.   All of a sudden many wasps were whirling around.   Having gotten stung just this last Sunday when pulling bindweed in the Way Back Oasis,  and having my right leg still swollen and itching from the knee (where i was stung) down now to the toes….i  sprayed them.   I feel really bad.   But there are still six existing nests that i know of and probably more.   When they are up in the eaves of the house,  it's ok…we can co-exist.  When they are in trees or bushes and i find out they are there (like by getting stung),  we can co-exist.  But these were just above the place i walk through a million times a day.  And really,  i suppose we could co-exist here too;   they only attack when their nest is bumped.  But…it's too ify and i am already swollen.   I did it.    I don't know what to think.  

 

how the corridor looks from the front porch.

closer…the Diamond Child Buddha garden and both post pounders…the "pink" one,  which once was red and the Big Time one…Patricia….

 

a brand new view,  from inside the Middle Doe Goat pen.    I disconnected the fence there and folded it back.  Now there's a clear Run,  Way back to middle once i get everything wired.   For me, it's very Exciting.  It will change things dramatically.  Make a lot of things Possible,  i'm hoping.  Make Everything EASY,   for all of us,  i'm hoping.   How New Dog Tay will do with Goats running back and forth is yet to be seen.  But i'm counting on her.

 

taken from the far side of the Middle Doe Pen,  at the corner of the Albatros.   The passage way, the corridor is way behind the picnic table by the young Cottonwood.

 

the old Guinea Hen Palace needs some work.  Haven't looked inside it for a while.*  The Tatuma squash vine went inside and there is a really beautiful squash dangling,  but also a lot of stuff that's come loose and needs reinforcing.   *I looked to be sure that there were no wasp nests in there.

 

Here's the map again with a couple of added things.

About the Title…could be Foolish.   Moving the cattle panel was a similar thing to hauling several pallets in the wind maybe a couple years ago….which caused me to spend close to a year working to get rid of a Sciatic Nerve problem.  I swore i would never set myself up for that again….but….. We'll see in the morning.  

 

 

 

 

Don't know how this will be, enlarged,  as in Clicked and Double Clicked…but Mo had asked for a Map.   

It was Work Away day but when i got home,  i studied the situation with the New Corridor a while, dragged away the roll of excess fencing,  cleared the space.   And then   came in and made this Map.  It's really not spacially correct,  but close enough to get the drift.

What's happening is that New Corridor at the top….with the yellowie gold color.  As it is,  the Way Back is not connected.   But when the new fencing is up,  i will cut a space in the wood of the Way Back Fence…OR, really,  just take out 3 or 4 vertical fence slats…and then Goats can make  their way though that corridor,  which goes through the west end of the House Yard…OVER and THRU two raised bed there….on into the Middle Pen.  I'll cut the fencing there for the opening.    This gives them Free Access to the Way Back and the Middle Pen and also one side of the Albatros,  the BIG shed/barn like thing…and this is the Point….that they can go there for a DRY space during these rains which are forcasted to go through the whole month this year.  At this point, i think i will close off the corrider behind  the Albatros to the back doe pen.  Not sure why.  and maybe i won't, actually,   but am thinking of keeping that far back doe area closed.  Maybe for breeding.  ?????

So the guy from the lumber yard delivered the cattle panels,  3 of them.   Even with the Old Cowboy's big PickUp,  too much would hang out.  Could make a Hoop of them in the back of the truck but that would have been up to me to do…they don't do that,  and i am too short and skinny to maneuver the 16ft panels and tie down in the truck.  Oh, well,  so they delivered.   Originally,  Paul who does Everything had said he'd pick them up for me with his Flatbed,  but as he  is still incomunicado….                                                                                                                                                                    So they, the panels,  are here.  We'll see in the morning.  Maybe i can drag them over myself.  Don't know till i try.   But if i can't i'll call the Guy Who Stays Forever and ask him if he can come over for an hour or so.    Will make that CLEAR,  an hour or so.   All i need is to get them some in place.  Then i can wire them myself.