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From Planting Along The Verge

January 27, 2010

From Planting Along The Verge

pots in front of the studio with nasturtiums creeping under the bench.

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new growth peeking through…

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our first lemons….

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the one surviving hardenbergia

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lu

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succulent spoon

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weeds creeping in and around everywhere…

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the monk’s rock garden…gone native.

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quan yin

namaste

From Planting Along The Verge
“i am trying to describe an experience that has nothing whatever to do with words or ideas and is not amenable to the logic of grammar and neat sentences that put things into an order that makes sense.”

karen armstrong.
From Planting Along The Verge
“i am trying to describe an experience that has nothing whatever to do with words or ideas and is not amenable to the logic of grammar and neat sentences that put things into an order that makes sense.”

karen armstrong.

                                                                                                         

                                                                                                         

this is not me
nor is it lu.
i don’t know who it is or where i found this one but it matches my mood today. 

 
this is not me
nor is it lu.
i don’t know who it is or where i found this one but it matches my mood today. 

 
this is not me
nor is it lu.
i don’t know who it is or where i found this one but it matches my mood today. 

 
  it’s finally stopped raining and the sun is out and the sky is blue and lu is now 
frenchy pectoralis.
fresh and clean after a mud walk
and a bubble bath.

still 
the sofa and a movie in front of the fire beckons.

in my dream this morning my life
disappeared. 
poof! gone with no trace. no forwarding address. i was left curled up in a little ball of anguish sobbing some where in south korea.

now i think of it. that actually did happen.  i felt something like
that when i moved to south korea. not quite so end of the world terrible but close. packing all your shit and moving someplace you’ve never seen and getting there and hating it more than anything.  that’s pretty bad

but in the end. i wound up with Tearful.
and frenchy pectoralis.
life ain’t all bad.



  it’s finally stopped raining and the sun is out and the sky is blue and lu is now 
frenchy pectoralis.
fresh and clean after a mud walk
and a bubble bath.

still 
the sofa and a movie in front of the fire beckons.

in my dream this morning my life
disappeared. 
poof! gone with no trace. no forwarding address. i was left curled up in a little ball of anguish sobbing some where in south korea.

now i think of it. that actually did happen.  i felt something like
that when i moved to south korea. not quite so end of the world terrible but close. packing all your shit and moving someplace you’ve never seen and getting there and hating it more than anything.  that’s pretty bad

but in the end. i wound up with Tearful.
and frenchy pectoralis.
life ain’t all bad.



  it’s finally stopped raining and the sun is out and the sky is blue and lu is now 
frenchy pectoralis.
fresh and clean after a mud walk
and a bubble bath.

still 
the sofa and a movie in front of the fire beckons.

in my dream this morning my life
disappeared. 
poof! gone with no trace. no forwarding address. i was left curled up in a little ball of anguish sobbing some where in south korea.

now i think of it. that actually did happen.  i felt something like
that when i moved to south korea. not quite so end of the world terrible but close. packing all your shit and moving someplace you’ve never seen and getting there and hating it more than anything.  that’s pretty bad

but in the end. i wound up with Tearful.
and frenchy pectoralis.
life ain’t all bad.



From Planting Along The Verge
we’ve been losing power intermittently and our modem died yesterday. i spent the entire day internetless!  the horror!
instead of the internets i’ve been looking at all our photos. we now have over 7000.  this is three of them. smooshed together.
the internet fixer came this morning and lu rubbed her butt all over him while he was working.  gentleman that he was he didn’t mention it or push her away but i finally had to bribe her with treats and lock her in the bedroom. she needs to get out more.

me too.  
this is day 546 of this storm.  power is out over much of the town.  grocery store has been closed two days now and the hillsides are melting.


i read and ate and cooked a vile meal.  somedays nothing works right. my dear dishwasher would say that nothing could make tempeh work right but i disagree.  i like tempeh i love tempeh. i just have to learn to do nice things to it.