the phrase i woke up thinking of this morning
"it's not enough to physik a jay bird"
something my folks used to say.
they had many lovely mountain sayings that i've mostly forgotten.
i found several of the tiny things that were in the soil of this pot
knocked onto the porch one day.
and on another day i also found this one's
been in the poor old hibiscus.
my jaybird must be looking for a physik.
as i continue making paper from what's been given me,
small batches that keep me happy
and prompt book ideas,
lavender-patagonia hemp skirt
green-cotton off cuts in many green tones from st armand
and an accordion booklet beginning here is now complete.
tow linen threads (20)
a few tiny greasy yellow beads
how many times (at least 10) do i have to rinse
black walnut dyed cotton woven tape
before i can let it dry?
and here it is on a lokta shifu square
on the walk hunting season has begun
which makes me pay attention.
this large doe isn't too worried. yet.
milkweed pods are splitting
after the first hard frost this week.
red maples dance
but autumn color is late and subdued
in this strange long warm autumn.
the ticks became active after the frost.
the traffic on my walk
expells exhaust that doesn't make me choke.
i need to get
my milkweed harvest stripped and cooked
this is last years harvest
perfect for a mouse or a bird's nest.
that big bag of stalks that's waiting needs my attention
before it's so retted that
only the birds will use it
though that is a noble use.
on this walk i was happily reminded to get to that chore soon.