Old mother goes up the trail between the trees to campsite B where she imagines herSelf to be at some point. Begins to work the Earth there...a small oblong circle. Digging, loosening, Removing rock and stone. She goes slow. The oblong space is tilted, like everything here...a Hill...tilted....so she works to create a Even Oblong Space, placing stones on the South side to hold Earth in place. Make it level. Digging, placing, carrying. The scent of dug earth is strong.
after some time, Young Mother appears at the rim of the hill, pushing the all terraine stroller, the young female infant sitting, watching as they go, they make their way over obstacles and arrive because Young Mother says, we are your pack, your herd.
They work. Taking rock and stone to create the retaining rim of the Oval and then plant. Cilantro. Arugula. A Salad Green Mix.
Moving along because it is the only day of SUN predicted for the week, they go along the rim of Campsite B, the road side, and plant SunFlowers. Seeds. These just in small spaces, small, between what has already grown there. Who knows, how it might go.
Eve of Equinox, 2018.
Young Mother had a dream.
"You were gone. Presuming dead. and They decided that they needed to send someone to come find me because you always said that I was another you. So it was decided that i could carry on the blog.
A famous person that no body knew was following the blog was sent inquiring about your absence. They had decided that she could convince me to continue the blog. This conversation occured as we were walking the trails between the trees, Here. Her name started with an A."
Eve of Equinox. 2018
