breaking with recent routine i was there to give water around 11 am instead of at the end of the day. I went about it all and then sat while the hose seeped water into the stressed Fig. There was a SUDDeNESS.... a FLOCK, a literal FLOCK of the small grey birds....more than 20....everywhere over and around the straggly potato stalks and then overflowing onto the tomatoes and up into the Scrub Oak that overlooks it all...skittering, fluttering, so difficult to photograph i think i took a dozen pics and this is the clearest, you can see just small grey forms at about 9 oclock, one hanging upsidedown. They were eating something off the stems???? i think they are Oak Titmouse mice.....but it doesn't matter, they were joyous and so absorbed in their moments and i SAW it. i saw it. it will forever be clear...just like that....in my mind. How what we do....affects what is.
there were twice as many of the long eggplant...they were cooling....the Baba Ganoush.... ....those oh so small garlic that grew... small, but intensely what they ARE.... i ate half of it while mixing. There IS some thing about eating what you have grown....eating what a Plant, that you care for Gives. The Rosa Blanca....oozed with a syrupy stickiness that was/is sublime.
