Shasta and I walk by this Amiot sculpture almost every morning. |
At start of spring I open a trench
in the ground. I put into it
the winter’s accumulation of paper,
pages I do not want to read
again, useless words, fragments,
errors. And I put into it
the contents of the outhouse:
light of the sun, growth of the ground,
finished with one of their journeys.
To the sky, to the wind, then
and to the faithful trees, I confess
my sins: that I have not been happy
enough, considering my good luck,
have listened to too muchnoise,
have been inattentive to wonders,
have lusted after praise.
And then upon the gathered refuse
of mind and body, I close the trench
folding shut again the dark,
the deathless earth. Beneath that seal
the old escapes into the new.
WENDEL BERRY
Calendula transplanted from the large 6 cell plastic container pictured in the greenhouse. |
Comfrey for the herbal vinegar I make to abate my osteoporosis. |
The strawberry plant are blooming and setting very small, green berries. I love picking fresh strawberries which often go immediately into my mouth. |
Sisyrinchium bellum (Californian blue eyed grass) Ceanothus (California wild lilac ‘Dark Star’) both blooming now in the front of my house. |
The garden at my house is beginning to come alive with flowers and new growth. It is just so exciting to see the product of my labor since Dwight, Shasta and I moved to Cotati. As I do a bit of this and a bit of that outside I have a big belly
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