the blossoms were still here this evening.
Cal Fire. I thought about this today. Butte County "contracted" with Cal Fire this year. There is a new "fire app" called Watch Duty. These two things. I hear the sirens going up Olive Highway....i click into Watch Duty. if it's a fire, info is there. Sometimes its vehicle accidents or small incidents of different kinds. But with Watch Duty i can track a nearby fire almost immediately and they update every 15 min or so. Cal Fire does not hesitate. They have totally consistently been On It. i thought about how it has made a real difference this season. i feel now like we have a good chance. And that's enough.
and back to the blossoms. i sat quietly there, just looking at EveryOne. How it's not a lush garden. but a garden. a garden of many plants, growing. I looked at the two Hopi Sunflowers that face me as i sit in that plastic adirondack chair, their small and complete perfect faces high atop spindly stalks and they Asked: Why are we not enough?
I realize i imagine a midwest garden....here. on granite with the minimal amendment i have supplied so far. I have made no raised beds. there is way more rock and stone than earth. I see them. those SunFlowers, see the bell pepper, crookneck squash. tomatoes, cucumbers, the one green bean and Malabar, the patty pan that can manage one at a time. They are so much, enough. If i give them more, they can give me more. WE. US. Together. They do their Best. And very clearly, the "statement "....i need to save their seeds. Their seeds will remember this summer of 2022.
fact: it's 11:22 p.m . 84 degrees. typical.
