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greenstormToday my gifts are:
The corn that lives: open oak party (oops, it gets to ten feet?), tenacious painted mountain resprouting, saskatoon white that the crows left alone, gaspe because always gaspe, the first bits of norden, the passed-on atomic orange, sasaskatchewan rainbow and assiniboine flint that are lonely and want to fold into gaspe, two resprouting plants of Floriani, the handful of early riser and oaxacan green dent that survived...
My very robust-looking tomatoes and melon starts, and the squash that's putting out new leaves so quickly.
That cool window in the evening between 7 and 10.
Unscented lotion.
A well good enough that forgetting to turn off the water results in happy ducklings and not stress. And just ducklings, honestly.
Cooking my feelings.
Cutting the strings of unreciprocated commitments.
Remembering that my time is my own.
The ability to make rye-chocolate-chip cookies at 11 at night.
The corn that lives: open oak party (oops, it gets to ten feet?), tenacious painted mountain resprouting, saskatoon white that the crows left alone, gaspe because always gaspe, the first bits of norden, the passed-on atomic orange, sasaskatchewan rainbow and assiniboine flint that are lonely and want to fold into gaspe, two resprouting plants of Floriani, the handful of early riser and oaxacan green dent that survived...
My very robust-looking tomatoes and melon starts, and the squash that's putting out new leaves so quickly.
That cool window in the evening between 7 and 10.
Unscented lotion.
A well good enough that forgetting to turn off the water results in happy ducklings and not stress. And just ducklings, honestly.
Cooking my feelings.
Cutting the strings of unreciprocated commitments.
Remembering that my time is my own.
The ability to make rye-chocolate-chip cookies at 11 at night.
