a sale. ? on summer stuff at Rite Aid. Jenny buys two hammocks. Here's the first, just up the hill from Campsite B. I hung it yesterday afternoon.
Today, so many things..each small, but adding up to large things. Third day for the doe Goats Mission in the Original Buck World. They get no breakfast, no morning alfalfa in their tubs. Rather, i undo the gate and call them, they hear, a distance away and after moments of hesitation, Come. Today i poured the pellets into a small feed bowl, in hopes of making it easier for them to make their decision to come through the gate. Although all the plants/small trees are the same as when they came in December, They are all at a different moment of growth in their cycle. So, really, different plants. To the Goats, not as mesmerizing. I watch this. I pay attention. Understand how these plants at this point in their yearly cycle provide satisfying feed.....or not. How much is it the plants themselves, how much is it the habit of Alfalfa. Learn.
it was 106 degrees give or take. Alyssia and i came up with a fence configuration for working with the Dog Thing....she and Emrie in Emrie's "play yard" in the middle corridor between the old buck yards where the doe Goats now are and the closed off for the day Doe Forest. Just on the otherside of the fence is me and Tay. I've brought the Cloth. The spool of thread. Scissors. Here we spend the afternoon, in shade. In small breeze. We talk. Emrie plays. Dogs lie, panting but twice exchange their smell...nose to nose through the fence. This is half the day. There is the rest, but i don't have the energy to write it except for we cooked and ate the Papoosas that Alyssia had brought frozen from Texas. From Emrie's grandmother there. Alyssia had gone to the Grandma's to create them. And that we saw that in the Goat water tubs there were nymphs of some sort, so we emptied them and scrubbed them with vinegar. Filled again. And at the very end, went down and Gave Water to the Wall Garden at A. To the two trees planted there, where 4 tree toads waited for us. And i can add that although i have tried not to, that last chicken, Talkie. She has talked and i squat. She comes close and i stroke her feathers against my good sense, but she makes her chicken sounds, and i respond. It's DARK now. There are a zillion stars over head and i think how if i could, i would give Every Single Person on this Planet this day...this very day i had. I would give each adult crossing borders this day.
