came home from alz B and Mustang Camp. Feed, change water. Give Water to composts, to the garden beds
garden beds look wonder Full...
things begin. Lilac
look to the earth of the Ornamental Onion...green shoots.
a peacefull Wind
it startles me to see the wooden fence gate gone
it's now sideways, afixed to the second shelter, for Wind, some Rain.
it is so Empty now. Without Them. What would it be like?, if they were gone? i try to remember what it was, here, before they came. before they "took over". What did it feel like?
and this. at the Mustang Camp, we are leaning on the fences, she is talking to someone else who comments about how thick their coats are. and i say, yes. a lot of brushing. and she says...
yes. and i keep it and make.....Felt.
FELT! fELT! AND I SAY....... Felt? she says Yes!, do you wanna make some?
so i come home and use the now unused dog brush i picked up from the Old Cowboys today. it wasn't the best time for brushing...they were still involved in eating, but of course, Snowbunny wanted brushing. Some have a thick undercoat in the winter. Tomorrow i'll see how many. and then Lucky Star who goes into an altered state with any brushing and scratching. so.
it just keeps Going. i don't know what to think.
