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Waiting for it to become actual Morning,   i began sorting through Deb's Threads….some into that Table Basket again and  the others back  into the excellent zippered bag.          And then later,   at the Garden    i looked long and slow at this Scene that i love….the

chaos

of where the young Manzanita and Lavender touch       the  visual  sensory Pleasure of it     the sun and shadow on the rocks as relief of all the form and line of the Plants and pine needles     their dark underworld        How if i were an embroiderer,   Deb's Threads would be Exact and Perfect to re  create this scene   and there were bees   and butterflies….the threads would do that too

 

 

we are all here.    Seeds.   Seedlings.   me.     the kids are looking forward.    next few days as much Goat compost as i can.   Then those amendments.   Then  IN  everything will go.                 then….i'll give it     my All      this time around.      What will      that     be like?

that i mentioned yesterday.    All the Deb Threads out of it,  on the round Basket of Things,   i looked at it today.  Separately.  As itself.   the things that were in it prior to her Threads.    All that i've had for a long time     years    .    But the bag its  Self.   How i remember seeing it in that hallway closet with my mother's stuff and really wanting it……i think from when i was Emrie's age.  Six or so when i was heavy into making Worlds of shoe boxes for my plastic horses.   Wanting it to keep Stuff in   but she wouldn't give it to me.    It was one of the very few things i TOOK  of her's   as an adult,  when she died.    Photographed here on the  old wool blanket  that "keeps" me in winter….time to put that  away till next time.    Am not much into naming things,  but the blanket is known as Big Pink.   Some of these threads were also from that closet.   The scrap of cloth…from Jude years ago…don't know how it made it's way in there.   or why.

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