i don't know what to say here. the end of this day comes with a Gift that i did not imagine. I had thought to continue talking about Magdalena, because Magdalena keeps trying. Because Magdalena has strong and fierce spirit. It is a town of less than 1,000 persons, many quite eccentric. If you look on Wikipedia and then around, it will tell you things. How it WAS, very much, and then now, isn't, but keeps trying. And as i write this, i suddenly realize that this is not true at all. Magdalena always WAS. and really, just IS. In the beginning, it belonged to Itself. It was Earth. Then, it belonged to the First People, then the Navajo and some Apache, then, to those who came, the Spanish who took land and then the Anglos who took land and mined it. But Magdalena has always been there. I love Magdalena because all manner of people had Intention and some of it took root and a lot of it withered. This continues today.
So...ok. This is where i need to be in this moment. What takes root and continues, through thick and thin, what Withers. Maybe doesn't DIE even, though sometimes yes. But maybe just withers like Iris Tubers do. Wither and Wait.
OK.
So i just stayed Home today. I didn't go back. I just wanted to be here. I began by changing all the Goat water bowls. Then finished bringing the compost to the big raised bed
i put mulch that is grass hay that for whatever reason, the Goats knew not to eat. Something in it that is not good. Had set it aside for just this purpose. It's done. in this rectangular bed, two Key Hole planting places according to Permaculture principles. One kind of normal the other an odd skewed one. But key holes nonetheless. This took most of the day.
in between, while resting, i squated and pulled bindweed and kochia, carried it over to the Goat yards and threw it in. I also saw how this kind of Mallow is spreading this year. Note the pokadot leaves.
I Gave water. Slow. No hurry. Bliss. Slow/no hurry
and then i came in, toward the end of that to see
that
Alyssia
who is known as my Grand Daughter had left a comment. and she referenced Putrid Grammy.
so i'll tell you that story.
When the kids, her and her younger brother used to come to stay with me for weekends, we would
Cook.
they could think up something they wanted to make and we would go get the ingredients and make it. Alyssia was not so much into the cooking. Just kinda. She was the mincer. She had a mincing tool. So she minced. But her mind was always all over the place. But her brother Jeffrey...he was into it. One weekend i asked and he said....Salmon coquettes.....my eyebrows went up...huh?
but Salmon coquettes he said. he was maybe 5? 6? ok. so we looked in the cookbook and went to the store and we did the thing, with Alyssia mincing. We sauteed them so Care Full y and when they were golden we put them on the plate and Jeffrey stared at them and said
not for me.
huh? "Not for me".
Being the kind of grandmother i was, i said TASTE IT. Just One Single Taste. and he did and as he was prone to do, it fell back on his plate. He just opened his mouth and it fell back on his plate and i said in my most mean grandmother way....JEFFREY!....that is ......i was at a loss for words...JEFFREY!...that is ...is... Putrid! And he looked at me and said...YOU are putrid! You are a putrid grammy! and so it was. When the kids hooked me in to Facebook, my password was Putrid Gramma. We are an irreverent bunch.
So
Pull it together. Pull it all together. What does it WEAVE?
i also put more rock rooms in the Diamond Bed. Just after Alyssia's reply, i went Out. This is what the camera saw. That's Ooona. Looking. Snowbunny's daughter. The SUN was Beyond Bright.
So, it's a May Moon. A Love Moon. and always will be now. For All who come here, who are my Family, and now, too, with Her who IS my family, who is the Bloom to my root....i wish Us a Loving and Gentle May Full Moon.....
