Snow Days 2 + 3

I have not had this many days off inside since I don't know when.

It feels odd and good and needed.

There has been some activity, even progress.

My house does not feel so much like a rat's nest anymore.

It is still a bit cluttered. I will have to settle for the comfy den look.

Last night a strong pulse of cold air washed in bringing more snow.

I watched it roll in at dusk. It was every bit a relentless tsunami of cold air, quite separate and distinct from the main snow event.

The sun came out and the wind calmed on day three.

It was still another snow day. This was the largest single snow fall in two years and it didn't just happen to me up high on the low spot. It happened all over. Nobody's garden was going to get tended. I don't think that can even happen tomorrow.

Inside the house is cleaner. The collectibles in the parking lot need to be shuffled about next. How much will end up in the back of a truck to be set free is the question.

It was a big snow. Big snows have more snow days.

And the Under Garden disappeared. Until things return my life will be confined to cold pond scum.

Real Snow

I do believe this may be the largest single snowfall in two years.

Definitely more than anything last year.

A very nice start of things.

One junk drawer and one large tool cabinet have been emptied and refilled.

I found some currently useful items in there. Finding useful items is part of the problem.

Refilled.

The purging part was uneventful. The tidying and organizing was a success.

Maybe I will have better luck in another pile.

I'd say we are at six inches and counting.

A real snow day and it was good.

Rain Before Snow

The big cold is almost here. I was expecting snow last night. It was a no show. Just rain.

Temperatures will be descending well below my minimum operating conditions.  Next week is looking much the same. Snow is bound to happen.

The garden as usual is fine without me. I reviewed all the gardens I tend. Two items need to be tended to before the big cold, otherwise the gardens are fine. Nothing can't wait for a warmer day.

Is it time for a purge? After ten years, the cozy cabin is turning into fuzzy warren. Stuff accumulates in an organic fashion of its own. I make no effort at it. It just happens.

There will be time to sit and think about it as I observe the interaction between the elements and the Under Garden. It's snow time.

The Under Garden Needs Some Lovin'

The internet is not giving the Under Garden the amount of praise it deserves. I must be orbiting in a bad algorithm.

The live humans I know think I live way out beyond yonder.

What the Under Garden really wants is some feedback from my tribe of working gardeners.

I keep seeing an amazing feat of horticulture still growing.

Am I seeing things?

I could have a garden tour right now. That is how amazing it is.

I have been a peasant gardener, one keenly interested in the craft, for thirty years now. Whatever I am seeing, it is one of a kind.

It Begins

In the Beginning

With the Ancestor's Myths of Creation.

Living Inside A Painting

I want to fall in.

The corporate coup of the federal government is near complete. Trump will gladly sign a tax giveaway to the donor/owner class, then brag about it. It will be paid for by the sweat and blood of working people for generations to come. This is the ultimate con of Trump voters.

You have been had.

Being white won't save you.

Drawn by our baser instincts, we made ceremony and worshipped the golden calf. Now the devil has come to take his dues.

As you do unto the least of these, you have done to yourself. Being sicker and poorer is just the beginning. A mighty whirlwind awaits.

In a garden with good and evil.

It is meant to be viewed as a painting.

The 'aina laid out a canvas with a bird's eye view and said draw.

It begins in the beginning.

With the ancestors myths of Creation.

A Walk Through The Under Garden

When The 'aina speaks louder.

Click on an image for the slide show And Go. You are own your own to wonder in time.