I woke up wondering ... should I take time off from the internet? To see what it might be like going back to that kind of life. I have seriously forgotten that life. It's been so long. It's not that I don't enjoy blogging. It's that I am curious. I remember a while back when I was working in New York City, commuting every day. I was in a crowd, we, like a sheep, all moving in the same direction, packed into a subway tunnel. Not JUST going.
All of a sudden I stopped. Stood there for a moment and turned around. They oozed around me. Kept going. I walked the other way and got on a train and went home. I never went back. Which is not my intention here. But it was not my intention then either. It's just the way it happened. And it amazed me really. It was just time. To change directions. That is how I came to be here!!! It's quite amazing isn't it? How it might go? Or not. Just thinking.
I love the back and forth of it. The first greens.
I'll clear away some of the leaves today. The ones that fell during winter. Some hang on a bit longer than expected. And fall with the early spring rains. Just those close to the house will go. To discourage ticks too close for comfort. There is already a warning out here.
There is no need to plant to have a garden in this place we call home for now. Gathering dandelion greens for salad today. And some blooms for the Dyepo(e)t.
The studio needs one more day of straightening. I'll do that later when it gets cooler. Maybe burn some of the twigs from the clean up. Build one of the last fires of the season.
A few things added to the list for keeping with me, travelling companions...
a little dandelion cloth
and the memory of leaves that hang on a little longer than expected.
A list is like a poem sometimes. Might my list grow into one?
A surprise. One of the dried Blackberry Lily seeds must have fallen into the Avocado pot...
And growing from the scrap pile, patchwork 3s. A little green, because I need it. And because after all, I am a little bit Irish.
I've said it before, I have never had a favorite color. They are all beautiful. To expand vision you need a full spectrum.
These, the beginnings of some spring strays. The two on the bottom right could be sisters. Cut from the same cloth. But different.
Green Eyes close by.
I feel older. Not in any negative physical way. But wiser maybe. Like I've crossed a line. I feel myself drifting away from certain things. Further away from aspiration, judgment and closer to peace and patience. I'm not sure what that means. Maybe just a sense of something. I do notice that I turn the computer off a lot. That I get less done. Hardly notice. Less seems like enough. There I go, rocking inward again. It's been a while.