i began to write this a few minutes ago when this one single gathering of "weather" changed the temperature by about 10 degrees by obscuring the setting of SUN . and as i was typing away, things CHANGED
Changed direction by moving South just some but still, too late in this day for SUNWARM.
it started this way tho. Tay's crate where the wood box has been. Now what? There's really no where else for the wood box. ok.
there was suggestion by nurse Cindy to put Tay's crate, or her House , as she likes it called, her House, down at the far end of the futon couch. But that would take her out of the middle of things where she is used to being and really likes to be. She does not make use of her crate much anymore. Sometimes for a Time Out. and still, up till today, when i am gone to Work for a few hours. But we have been changing that slowly. She just stays out this week when i leave to do Cat Duty at Allens and things have been fine. So i think the need of the crate is nearing it's end. But. She still likes it, really. It's her Place. so until that changes, we moved it over. Stuff is a little crowded, but not as claustrophobic as i'd imagined. I think it might be OK.
this is what 3 regularly cold days wood looks like. It should be kept full like this, in case of moisture, in the form of rain or snow. This is for now through December and January. February brings us back to early November. It's ok and good. SO.
i cleaned the table. SUN makes Tazmeena look like an ocelot.
the Ristra i bought from the Egg People's kids. Lit by Sun. People now often hang them as decoration here. But the real purpose of this arrangement is that the chilis will dry and hanging like this in the kitchen can be used through the winter to season beans for sustenance. They are just now beginning to dry.
these are almost all alike, but just a degree different i couldn't choose. There is a CHANCE still that there will be a full open SUNFLOWER...there is COLOUR on the petals. There are PETALS, clearly seen to be seperating one from the other. Today as i took these photographs, she (and i will reference her as she) moved. Not just from Wind, but from herSelf. She quivered.
i continue with the roots. Buhner tells me that the Mind , or , really the Brain of the plant is in the roots. So as i stitched, i tried to understand that. That the mind of the plant is deep in the Earth. I went slowly and thoughtfully. I love this Cloth very much.
