Sunflowers are on my mind. Still, but S is a wee bit down the road. It’s a symbol, I added it to the glossary but I will gather my thoughts later. Just Sunflower then. Right now it is too hot and I’m having breakfast. That’s right, cookies, I’m going through a phase. Internet is spotty. There was a bit of rain yesterday but it only made it more humid. The ground is still dry. Ants are coming in looking for […]
For a long time now, inspired by Dana… …the cloth I call Grow, remains on the table, as a Table Cloth. It made a a great backdrop for seed sorting yesterday. While we enjoyed a few drops of rain for about 2 minutes. Here in lower New York State, where water is everywhere, declared a drought area with reduced ground water for at least the near future, expected to continue now for however long. Birds , bees, squirrels, chipmunks and […]
Be in it. The haven I created here is not just for chipmunks. All of it, just is here within view. More life. As it is and will be. Earth Weeps. Under the needle. Weaving on my mind. Because weaving is a special kind of holding and a special kind of reminder.
Out of control. It’s that time of year. The cucumbers have escaped the fence and the Malabar spinach is everywhere. There are definitely more than enough tomatoes for the chipmunks and us. The paths are becoming hard to navigate. I will make some changes next season. There IS a garden. And then, I remind myself how little control I seem to have over how to get to things these days, but still I am growing. My capabilities have seriously diminished […]
Not sure how much rain, but a lot. Big wind and lots of water. Water. What a powerful change in the garden. Something really big fell down in the forest, I have not checked yet. While tying up the tomatoes that fell over… I found this. Iffy internet today, that’s all I got.
This is Chip. Dale is off scouting for the last of the chickpeas. I suppose today, I will make the sign. Welcome to the Chipmunk Garden. Settle into how it will be here. Here are 9 Magnolia petals, at various stages of change. The blossoms were short lived but I remember them clearly. With joy.
Time seems to be slipping past me… losing track really, maybe that’s a good sign. I stopped marking my calendar, I take my chances at remembering. Food is forming. Not sure what kind of tomatoes these are, forgot. Sure are pretty though. Malibar got tall. Er. It’s 5 AM, posting early because I have not slept yet. Goodnight day. Hope the world has not exploded by the time I wake up.