23rd September, 2018 Sunday
Crystal golden full Fall day, the traipse of whisper color shifts through the rimming trees. The view window frames an Oak slanted by the river of the wind. Her asymmetry is beautiful to me. Wind side sparsity of branches is the map of all her scars. Her leeward side is fully fecund and deliciously alive. She has survived, her twisted gnarls arch defiantly away from the ever present press of blasts from this ancient Gorge’s deep wide throat. Her acorn rooted where it did, it was her fate to strive her shoots upwards piercing through the layers of that gusted rushing air all alone. She has survived it. Three of her dear children are thriving in her sheltered leeward side. She bears the brunt and lives in spite of it.
Our five Laying Lady Hens and their two Poleece Geese have nestled in the thicket that grows around her rooted feet. She shelters even them from flying threats as she waves to me.
The dream was that I am on the road in a car with beloved Zoi looking for a place to spend the night. We’ve been told that this Casino place is good for those who Dog so we pull up and park. Then for some dimmed out reason I don’t unload the car at the front door, but drive around and down a long dirt road to the parking lot. I think about how the fuck can I unload all our needed stuff and drag it with the Zoi along that long dark dirt road. I turn around and drive back out to the main road thinking that I will find the answer to that puzzle somewhere out there. I then turn around and that’s the end.
Having fun?
We are once again a Marketing with The Lady Zoi. Sunday Market is so very very small. We will see how Brave Super Zoi does on this lovely lovely day.
The squall that came a day ago has dusted that volcano cap. All its bare brown earth spots have been replaced with white and that snow particular shadowed blue. Its peaking up at me.
Well tomorrow is the day our chickens go to harvest. And the pastured pecking tilling shuts down till maybe spring. We’ll see if our field will sport another season of the chicks to chickens to the table.
This year has slid quite suddenly right on by. We did so very much for part of it that we have had to sit a bit and contemplate a little navel fluff as we were very winded. My navel might just be clean enough.
I am holding my dear Deerhound Family so very close to heart for the passing of their beloved Lady Deer. You see they have my Lady Deerhound Dragon’s sweet sweet Racing Brother who I raised for nine months with his sister Dragon before sending him to them for what was supposed to be a short while while we moved from CA to Washington. They told me shortly after that I might have him back but I would have to have The Kilted Man with him too as they liked to sip their Scotch. I love them, this Deerhound Family, The Kilted Man and his Wisdom Peaceful Woman. They have been so very kind to me and all of my dogs too.
Our neighbor’s rooster is crowing loud to whatever he crows too. His song is part of the lyric this ground sings everyday. The wind has struck up its never ending chorus. It sings, “Let it fly right on by.”
Tea is Earled, creamed, and blackberry honeyed sweet.
Time to start the day…
Ta.
Tea With Me 