Deb Lacativa asked for pics of our stashes of her Dirty Threads. The majority live in the heavy zippered plastic bag from the hallway closet of my childhood home. That bag, in the bench basket to my left….at the ready for Evacuation. the rest in the little oval basket on this Morning and Everything Table, to be with me. All the time. They are part of my Life.
on Alyssia's doorstep in town. where 6 human beings go in and out, 2 house cats, 2 dogs . Here, this afternoon, Minnow bugs to be let out. it's raining. Finally open door freeze frame full size Jackrabbit she leaps out and it takes off at incredible speed down the driveway road toward Jack Flash, around that bend, her behind but never close their speed amazing what other than curiosity brings us so near each other
what i came away with. it's forecast to Rain tomorrow and Sunday so they will hang out in the vehicle.
i am wondering if she is as knowledgeable as i dream her up to be?….but this is what she said she would do if she were me. These, and continue with bringing in the Goat manure/scrap hay. So…that will take place next week, the finale being the sprinkling on/in these things and then…go for it. this time around. all the plant starts i ordered through Alyssia's friend will come this week. Store had EGGPLANT!!! which Alyssia's friend does not have, ever, ???????, but doesn't and now All is Well. there's 4 and a little lemon basil. I love this moment of time….this brink…..when everything is possible
the first pic was added second. Late. I'd set the second one here earlier then drank some of the jelly glass of wine and with my chin propped on my elbows at this Table, drifted off to sleep i woke…..OH! and it was a reset this is where I AM. TONIGHT. Thursday. First pic. Tomorrow the Plan being to go to the Garden Store and talk with her, bring home some bags of supplements for this years B Garden. That's tomorrow. been planned in my head all week.
We meet at the Well every two weeks. This Saturday. Thursday Friday at the Well. I am writing this so i don't get lost, it's so easy to do somehow…..the reality of things being Intense, but somehow just dims and is lost for another chunk of time and i don't want that to happen with this. It's been a moody week
in the days before the Saturdays we meet, Wendy sends an Email. She says things. About life. About women. About living. About women living life. This time, she says:
"I was remembering today, a moment of my life when I lived in Canada. ……I woke up very early. Walked out the front door. The sun was not up yet. Just that dark blue light that is neither morning or night…and it was cold. I walked out a few steps where large brown grasses were parted and steam rose from the bottom. The deer had slept there. Inside the long wild grasses and the warmth i felt was like no other. It truly had a pulse to it. The left over energy of the emerging deer. The warmth of an animal that size is as exciting to me as seeing a whale breech the surface of the water right next to your kayak
and she went on to tell of the recent earth quake and a seagull at her window and ended with
"Humbled like I said. What is creating humility for you? Where are you bending a knee? Does being humble rejuvenate you or make you feel small? Does being Humble influence your capacity to be vulnerable? "
Wendy.
and back to Here….to this moody week of partly me, partly "the world", partly things within my family this thing i have about Truth how do you be truthful how do i continue here in this blog…..as in What's it FOR……? How i had awoken this morning to the thing of being honest and very honestly, i am sick of some things. Stuff is hard. ie: since the hot water heater has broken i need to wash my hair in the kitchen sink. i need to wash my hair to be presentable for our ZOOM at the Well….. and as with pic 1, i woke to Crow and battery powered lights and my hands smelled like shampoo and the Elote sauce i had made later in the day….cilantro, lime, garlic, mayonaise and sour cream and Minnow was Out…in the dark, .down in the Doe Forest with her most fierce bark to Protect and i looked here at pic 2 of the Glorious Plantain and how Minnow places her ball so subtly in the field of my attention, what brilliant Dogness, this and yes. I AM sick of some stuff, but yes too…..i am so beyond humbled.
along the fence. keeping up layering, amending soil , from all the places there is build up of manure and decomposing hay. It's TIME. takes TIME. to become. there is a FEELING to time….i'm experiencing that…..the feeling of it.
how this Hill had never known any need or intention to grow a tomato. How i am asking it to. …..?………….
there was a Rubythroated Hummingbird today
a cube of soil some buckets of Goat compost from the Rain House the contents of these landscape pots of last year.
if we fill it to the top….more Goat compost some, i don't know how much of a soil amendment from the Garden Store, however much i can afford maybe we can grow a carrot. For sure, spinach and other leafy greens. Row things. This time, none from the Beauty Full Baker Creek. Just the ordinary Territorial. and all my Heart this granite garden
late last night, like, late….. i got an email from Nancy Pomegranate Trail just a sentence and a link…..UTube Pete Seeger Garden Song Inch by Inch and my heart OPENED so so wide i could barely stand it
needs to go into the Earth
these children of the Aloe? that surprised me? and i casually put in this 10 gallon landscape pot with a piece of cardboard over? I'd not looked at them for these last few months. and
here, today, they have settled. arranged themselves. feel like a kind of Family. What do i do now?
last season's Eggplant. landscape pot. Healthy plant no eggplants. these roots…their abundance at the bottom of the pot, formed to the shape of the rim a worm.
i love
the form just love the form
the canvas, the rope
the year after year of it. just love this. could sit and see it forever
windthread 