potato that wintered over
a single Miners Lettuce that self seeded in the raised bed at A.
they live. The clover and the Crazy Grass all among them...i pull to free space for them. Free sunlight. I don't know what to do.
the mullein, her second year when a spire and a bloom will come. And on the wall behind and above, a beautyful example of that Crazy Grass...it's tenaciousness, fierceness that you just have to marvel at
the across the road neighbor. This is across Carefree Way. They raise horses but also alternate pasturing of cattle, sheep and sometimes even Goats. Geese. Chickens. It's a very Vocal place. All day you can hear the doings there. There is no access to CareFree road...their entry is at the top of their Place and over at the far side, above the rooster swamp.
i went down early. my bag that Deb Lacativa sent some long time ago full with what i might need...coffee in a thermos, the phone, pencil and paper, u nails for the cucumber trellis, other stuff.... intending to spend the day. and i did. no hurry. None. I did things and sat inbetween the doings. All into the time to do the evening feed of Goats and they were somewhere else, so i leisurely filled their pans that are outside that A garden fence now that Caroline and the two little ones are sequestered. I don't know where they were, so i just went out in the road up and CALLED,,,,GOAtS!!!! Come Come...GOATS! Onna, Onday!!!!! ComeCome and they did, like a herd of buffalo, raising dust. Here...you would never know that there is What There Is Out There. Here there is no sign of it. It's vibratingly Alive and ALIVE and WELL...it is so so WELL. I think of this. The virus is organic, it is a living thing, rising up from the same Earth? Being "born" and living. ???????
