There is a lot of considering in the air. At one point, after a lot of practice, one just might be able to Consider All Things To be continued...
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Big Beautiful Fog this morning, in waves, coming and going. Clarity, Blur-ity, Clarity, Blur-ity. I have named her Dear. We've cleared some of the small brush and saplings on one side of the property, leaving the mature growth. There is...
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The story. The thing is, we are in it, wherever we are. Whatever form we take. Suddenly I have so much to say. But I will wait. I stitch. The feel of it is what I need. The feel of...
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9AM here. 10AM...quilting with coffee and thinking. 10:30 AM, the late indigo is struggling to set seed, a good chance of first frost looms. I wonder if I have enough light inside for it to continue? I want skylights, more...
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Cooler nights. Coma is the second cloth layer when the nights cool. There have been a few. Good deep sleep. I whispered to myself. (the Man was still sleeping) The garden whispered. Rise and shine. Heat is returning. Promises of...
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Just happens. He ran between my legs when I opened the door from the porch to check on the raised bed seedlings. He leaped through the railing and ran beneath the porch and rolled in the dry dirt. I tried...
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The time in between is the time so telling. The breaks from what needs to be done. Calls to be done. When you come up for air. Why do I call this my work? Suddenly it is quite the opposite....
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