bring enough In. Bring in newspapers from the Albatros for starting FIRE.
Rake up scraps in Nogal and Tenzen's yard and fling over fence near the Compost. The recent Alfalfa has a lot of dried stems which they don't eat. They pick out the good stuff and leave the rest. I am noticing that the ground is RISING, incrementally. Need to regularly rake and move.
Bring in Mouse Live Trap and set with peanut butter.
Scrub water bowls with Vinegar.
Take down laundry, fold and put away.
and then i Read some. From the book a quote of Michael Crichton:
"Even more important is the way complex systems seem to strike a balance between the need for order and the imperative for change. Complex systems tend to locate themselves at a place we call "the edge of chaos." We imagine the edge of chaos as a place where there is enough innovation to keep a living system vibrant, and enough stability to keelp it from collapsing into anarchy. It is a zone of conflict and upheaval, where the old and new are constantly at war. Finding the balance point must be a delicate matter....if a living system drifts too close, it risks falling over into incoherence and dissolution; but if the system moves to far away from the edge, it becomes rigid, frozen, totalitarian. Both conditions lead to extinction....Only at the edge of chaos can complex systems flourish."
and then the following from Buhner: "That threshold line, that edge between anarchy and frozen rigidity, is not a like a fence line, it is a fractal line; it possesses nonlinearity. It is, in fact, much like a coastline, and like a coast line its exact orientation in space and time ebbs and flows. At the moment the threshold is crossed, at the moment when self-organization occurs, the new living system enters a state of dynamic equilibrium. From that point on, the self-organized system retains an elegant sensitivity to that threshold point...."
I LOVE THIS BOOK.
Spent some hours, mid day, stitching. Invisible Baste. Much of the Grub's Dream...around the meandering of the edges of the eyelet. Small small small. And it stitched down the dark walnut dyed Compost, checking as i went if it was still strong cloth which it is. Only a few small pieces pulled away. And all the while i entertained a familiar Question of whether or not it's "OK" to not Decorate a Cloth with additional stitching if it seems that just the cloth scraps and the invisible baste tell the Story????? And i had to ask the question: By whose or What standards?
I haven't gotten that far in the book. And most likely by the time i do, a Frost will have come. This SunFlower may never reach a point of bloom. I think about this. It's from those last few seeds i planted, knowing this. So i sit next to it. Just sit. Thinking how i so cavalierly took the chance with it's life, instead of waiting till the next spring.