it's impossible not to get drunk on these eternal purple evenings.
we become water people.
and stay up late.
do you, you? feel like i do?? (frampton, of course.)
|yellow grass taller than me.|
|breakfast at grandma's.|
|healthy soil, mmm mmmm mmmmmmm. it's alive and sentient. look at those mycorrhizae neurons!|
|what the best days look like.|
|klamath weed, st john's wort, hypericum perforatum.|
|can you spy my little fluffy?|
|o shilo, my flower farmer princess. she spent ONE FULL DAY with me and my two kids, including driving, hunger, tiredness, sand, snacks, hiking, fighting, and just washed glass doors..... a true friend.|
|and june's in a higher altitude: wild azalea at bridalveil.|
|kinda fun, kinda creepy. american river.|
|don't worry, we didn't pay. we just wandered around as it was closing and let linky run and shriek with delight.|
|practicing cooking fuel-free! building a wooden cooker! more on this later!! ignore the plastic bottles of chemicals. what a juxtaposition.|
|the summer bounty is the wonder of wonders. elderberries.|
|the sweetest of sweetnesses.|
|the last of the sierra lilies at my folk's.|
|flowers lead such focused lives; not a moment wasted. harvest brodiaea.|
|my little lovey dovey.|
|remember punnett squares? recessive.|
|i get really excited about tart/sweet things that grow from water and sun. nerd alert.|
|micah creepin' in the shadows|
|five days til the solstice and the sky is on fire!|