13th October, 2018 Saturday
Tea was Jasmine Green and day was crystalinely cloudless. The autumn angled light lit glowing color in the trees. No rain but lovely chill and Fall surround me in this astounding place on Earth.
Dream kite trailed high away and whiffs of images flitted through as I walked the day but none incorporated more than foggy whisps.
Husband had to use Zoi Chariot to haul some shit to Grand Old Dump so off to Market on my own. On the way I called my Texas Sis and Her Grand Man to ask what should we set in place for them. She and I are excited to behold eachother. And Grand Man too. Husband and I have sorted and removed and house feels finer than it has before. Of course it is for us but it also is for them. Oh, and yes, its most of all for all the Dogs. And Harpo too.
Market was like home. I know the cast and love to visit them with their creations from their pieces of the Earth. Cherry toms, the Beef Man’s great beef, gourds, garlic, lettuces, and more tomatoes from SIL’s Farmer Sister and Her Timber Man. Then onto Cheese, oh such great blue cheese, and some Kombucha from the new father of his second child. I love the Farmer’s Market.
Then home for takeout brunch and Bill Maher. I cannot watch it as it airs on Friday night because I find it hard to sleep after listening to all the doom and gloom. But Saturdays, midday, with Brunch and pups and light, I can offload the feeling it reminds me that I carry all the time these days, the feeling that we may well be living at the end of the best of what it possibly can be.
Today the offload came as it often does in an instance with some Dogs. The Zoi and Corgiette were in the front with me and I noticed Zoi was keen upon a squirrel who ran along the branches of our Mother Oak looking for a path to leap away to home without succumbing to the eager jaws awaiting on the ground. Well, I watched this duo, Zoi and Squirrel, for a bit and felt so sorry for the little one running up and back along the Mother O’s veinlike arms, I grabbed the Zoi by her lovely necklace and walked her away from that little guy. Then, that little scurry thing did such a strange thing. He walked along the branch above us and looked at us with sharp intensity I felt he was about to leap upon me. It was so strange. I turned around and walked up stairs to deck and was almost flattened by the Zoi’s pursuit of Squirrel who had followed me up the deck. I turned and saw him race right back to ground and flee the Zoi and Corgiette across the lawn and back up Mother Oak. I was so relieved for him for there was no doubt that Zoi and Corgiette were gonna take him down. Damn Lucky Little Guy.
I had a moment with the sun and leaves. It is that flaming time of year in places like this where seasons edge with different stage of life and slumber. Fall is the time where trees who leaf must release this year’s tresses and as they come to loose their grip the leaf burns through from green to yellow red and sometimes even purple.
Mother Oak stands by our kitchen and I feel her embrace all day. I trust her wisdom and her age. Her acorns dress the lawn and Zoi and Corgiette love to munch them.
The Wizard walked into the frame while I was capturing sunlight on my table.
Ta.
Tea With Me 