This morning Ian called to me to see the little gardener’s helper in the front yard. Planting a yard here has been a process of exploration and letting go. The rabbits, packrats, and ground squirrels make up the rules. I have been angry at them, I have been frustrated, but in the end, they still eat what they want. I have decided that I don’t want to look at my plants through wire barriers and have planted want they don’t like.
And now tonight the house is quiet, dogs across the valley are barking, the coyotes are quiet and consequently so are our dogs, the breeze lyrically passes through the wind chimes and aspen trees. It’s that time of year again to prepare submissions for the fair. I’ve had to be firm with myself to to stop from trying to prepare things that are almost done, and maybe if I were to focus my efforts could be finished, and just submit what is actually done. There’s always next year~