all the water was dried up in the pot and i took out the crisping leaves for some reason, not sure what i had in mind but there among them was a piece of muslin
i remembered stuffing it in at the end of the bundling effort...just wadding it up and stuffing it under all the rest.
So this is wadding and stuffing. I like it. I like it as well as the bundled. I am not much of a dyer. Some of you are.
this, for instance, from Maria. THIS is what i would like to be able to make. I don't know how.
First Desert Willow Bloom
Chatalpa. a cross of Desert Willow and Catalpa. Why would someone want to do this?, cross them? i have no idea. But i planted it here. That year, maybe 4 years ago when it got so so Cold, it looked totally dead. But then, it began again, the following spring. I don't ask it to be a tree, but let it be a bush instead and today it's covered with potential blooms. Tomorrow i will give it a long long looong slow slow slow slooooow drip of water. Deep drip. Slow. Long.
I continue to think about the post of yesterday. I feel inept at even speaking about it all, and i feel too that i need to say something. To say nothing isn't right.
I read a lot today including a Newsweek opinion entitled: Why Republicans will Hold Their Noses and Vote Trump
Did i learn anything? i don't know.
I talked to my daughter. She was on her phone at the baby resale shop buying a Wet Suit for Fate because they are going to the River tomorrow and the water, which is run off from the mountains there is very cold. It's very CLEAN but it's very cold and he's still little, but they want him in the River. And i think as i do, my most uhhhh, most......well, uhhh, my most
constant
question,
why don't i just GO there? It's where everyone else is. Is it not the Place i might be of Use?
