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.
So, I notice again, one thing ran into another really. And I have much to mull over. And I need to collect my thoughts about the running stitch again. Time to build the page for that over at Feel Free.
And I couldn't help but notice this old puppet, hanging in between dark and light. In the corner of the loft where this computer now sits. And at least if I decide to be here during the day, I have to run up and then down the stairs to accomplish that. And now, since the Man is away, I will run the lawn mower to mulch the weeds that threaten to overtake the berry patch. It's hot out there but the sweat will do me good.