windthread

the far edge of the Tomatoe bed….what i now and again thought looked like a potatoe leaf last season…..running my hands through the soil  today to see how it might work for the artichoke start….lo and behold.   My grocery list this week includes fresh Snapper filet.   pan fried then with   of all things    my beloved Elote  sauce and now these…..

both Emrie and Brinley came today to     work in the Garden.    they said.       and we did.    Alyssia sat back and all manner of things went on.    The most significant of which was FINALLY repotting the Aloe.   Pics tomorrow?    The goings on in that pot is hard to believe.  i have no words to describe.   and how it goes for everyone who belongs to an Aloe,     we will end up with maybe 12?   They named the Mother,  Vera    and her really, adult,  child  ,    Lila.    Vera has a bloom coming.   i think not a time to repot?,   but 

color all off.   they are much more vibrant and if i'd planted them,  i would be thrilled.  They're everywhere.   but they planted themSelves,  and so are

weeds.    and somehow don't even   "qualify"  as wildflowers.     i think about 

weeds.

put a bunch of words and suddenly they were lost,  and i am tired.   so ok.   no explanation,  just that it is from Tay…the slender white thing suspended,   maybe 20ft up in the branches   just like stuff i suspend from the Dancing Stick inside here…  unmistakably like them       and there was a second robin.    who was UP there,   fluttering with something     and it fell,  floating  back and forth to the earth and she flew down and gathered it again in her beak,  some kind of maybe very thin white plastic?   But how she had it and dropped it and gathered it again bunching it up a few times till she HAD it and flew up again…..she's making a nest.

"earth day",   whatever that means

a new Palestinian restaurant in Cbico,  near the Feed Store.  We'd read the write up on Face Book a little while ago.  Alyssia got take out.   she had me on phone for the order and sent pics on Message while waiting.   I asked if all the Beauty was for Eid.   no,  just the small strings of moons and mosques….otherwise,   as Alyssia put it    "She had a Vision".   

who can not Love this?????

maybe about 3 city blocks,  2 1/2?   from where the pile of manure is by the Rain House.   from cleaning out before putting in this winters bedding straw.   Was there through the Rain and when i dig it now,  partially decomposed,  it has the  fragrace of Soil.

Goat poop is a wonder.  comes out like peanuts.   dry little balls,  never sticky,  never an odor.  they fall out and roll.   Mix this partialy decomposed material with bought garden soil.  Large blocks of it.   to replace everything that was in a landscape pot or grow bag this time around.   What was in them is 2 growing seasons old.  That goes on the flat earth beds and will be amended with scoops of poop.   At some point purchasing garden soil will not be necessary,  but not yet.   and this time around  will mulch with scrap feed hay….Timothy.  That will change things significantly.

Seedlings come tomorrow.

it Feels     GOOD   to be devoted to this,  not just "some",  not half ass,  but quietly attentive,  steady.   mindfull.   i miss Emrie.   KinderGarden interferes.   

before Garden and then in the after Garden hours,   this is where i am.    She will educate me,  inform me,  give me  the Warp to weave my own understanding .    it's how it seems to go,   that i got this book a while ago but other than the preface chapter,  it's just sat.  here.  in front of me on this everything table.    but after the other day of    the InSight,      it was time.   and how perfect it is.

talking to an old friend the other day,  phone,  old meaning from the Michigan days,   she asked me Why?   Why do i  think it "matters"?   to know?    She has chosen to avoid    news,   to turn away from the "negative" and  instead focus on bringing forward her own creativity,  her own vision.    And it's a fair question.    i carry it  as i begin .   

all that Rain,   well received.   It is joy Full.  Bees press their faces.   A butterfly came.

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 seedlings can come any day so maybe it will need to be simultaneous.   Will do my Best and that will be good enough.  

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.   

Will continue every minute possible for the next week at least.   See if i can catch up some.   The whole place there has gone wild from all the Rain.   All the "naturally occuring plants"..weeds,   have tripled in number and at least that in zest.    Of all things,  there's Poison Oak!  A very different year than since i've been here.    

i cut holes in the bottom of some Gro Bags…see if the Worms will come Up into them….i don't much like them but Alyssia does and that matters.   

am having so many feelings about so many things and am not able to find words that might explain,   so i feel tongue tied.

*emptying out from last season into the various "beds".   Will fill again with mixture of garden soil  and Goat manure, feed scrap that is already partially composted and plant.  

i have created an identity for my Self   by/through   what i      make.   

if i do not make,   who?    what"   am   I?