There was a bit of a stomach thing. Yesterday. I rested a lot.
I've walked through the garden. That's all.
It is turning. The beginnings of that.
Cooler nights first. And yesterday it did not reach 80.
I didn't do anything in the garden. I just passed through slowly.
Just there. Just like that. On one of the Butterfly Milkweed pods. It took two years but it is well established now. So I researched red bugs on Milkweed pods. And that is them. Milkweed Bugs. They were still right there this morning. They must like it there. They say it's ok. They just show up for short while. They reduce the number of seeds for next year. Some folks spray. Some folks consider it population control. For MilkWEED. In any case I stopped at considering it a touch of Red. For now. We'll see.
A touch of Red is always nice with green.
I just uncovered this. Nine for Growth. Part of the Nine Forever Series. Which was something more formal but now it isn't. From the post here, which was from Small Journeys (one of the free classes in the sidebar) here, and then here.
There are so many ways to do that. Cloth through cloth. Try it.
I think I might put a few Milkweed Bugs on this one and call it done enough. Nine for Growth. Or Staring Growth in the Face and Seeing it Look Back. Sometimes things keep growing without you. It might do that. It contains that. The going. Despite a few bugs.
As if beginning again I make this post today. I ask myself where am i?
Early June. As if Summer, even though officially not yet, as the sense* of things takes over the established method of determining where I am.
A lot of rain and the roof is again green. Not good for the roof they say. But good for me. Feels right as rain.
The garden is a bit less this year. Mostly edibles. Just enough. And a patch of Japanese indigo. All the other dye plants I use simply grow wild here. My son built the brick steps long ago. The little dinghy (small boat) was here when I moved in. The previous owners had a big boat. I need to move it away from that tree. Maybe use it as a planter. The sticks there collected over winter will be used for trellising. We've put up a new compost bin to keep the animals away from the table scraps. I've built good earth here. I wonder if that will be a selling point for this old land. Most here don't care about that much.
The gentle slope to the right was cleared this past season. We mow it now every so often as it fills with tall weeds. It drops steeply off into a ravine. Keeping it cut low has reduced the mosquitoes. But offered a path for the deer. You can catch a glimpse of the Jeep parked under a tree and also the road out. It is a private road shared by 3 other neighbors. But we own it. It is dirt and that is not popular.
*Sense. I might say sense is very much the thread that runs through me at the moment. I use it to hold it together.
The spider plant in the studio. Out of focus because I was too close.