the content of the last couple days...i am "cooking" it....letting it stew, adding ingredients, watching, smelling, getting ready to taste it
and i had an Original Thought....in the middle of the night and then again, even more clear, upon waking.
an Original Thought. But i need to let it dry out a little. It's still wet.
"Stories move in from the shadows to the limelight. and though the stage presents the drama of our powerlessness, the shadows offer the secret of our power. This book is a history of the shadows, of the darkness in which hope lies. I want to start the history of this present moment over again, not with the election or the war but with a series of surprises from the shadows that ushered in this millenium."
Rebecca Solnit Hope in the Dark pg. 34
Waiting for Jackie and Philip to deliver that half ton bale of alfalfa, i was pitch forking off the cover of the north side of the long compost bed, up by where Chinche is buried now. Clearing it so i can plant 80 onions there. Some large Kochia along the edge and i'm pulling it, not really mindfully, and i pulled this, but Brain said...HEY, grace!, just a little too late, but it's a volunteer potato from the actual compost area...see at about 6 oclock...a very small but real potato....i should have checked the pic first and got a clearer one, but i was so Excited that i ATE it...just after this pic....so Crunchy and Juicy even having had virtually NO water since the last rain...and very little even then, but a POTATO.
tomorrow, when i put in those onions, i'll replant it. Potatoes are tough. I think it might be ok.
you can barely see it. Wind. To the eye, it's there, but lightly so, even to the eye, but that is good.
the closest i could get to how it is this afternoon...close, but a little more distinct
a distortion, but i like looking at it this way
the very just so good HP print out with pencil. How distinct do i really want it to be??????
and just now i put my right hand to my face to scratch my upper lip and
i'd been caressing Nogal as i waited for their Water Bowl to fill, he was in the mood and so still and i touched him all over his beauty FULL face, under his chin, his beard, up and around his ears and then all around his scur horns, around and around and he was so still and i loved him so much for being exactly as he is, and here, typing this, my hand is full of his scent and i won't wash it off, but leave it and hope to dream something from it