greenstorm | Devotions

I may live in the only window in time that corn can be grown here. This heat, coming as it does in the summer - 50 years ago corn would not have grown here because it was too cold, and who knows what it'll be like in another 50 years.

I get my downstairs room back and thus can sleep better, quietly, coccooned in the earth under Threshold.

Vaccuum-mop thing is so great, I haven't felt this comfortable in bare feet on my floors in a long time.

I made boba so I had bubble tea tonight and I'll have more tomorrow.

Cool evening air is so lovely.

So are machines that wash my dishes and clean my clothes.

So much depends on a good well, and my well has never let me down, I'm so grateful.

I watered my corn today. Gaspe silks are lovely. The first batch of gaspe is perfectly out of sync with the other corns, while the second batch should catch their pollen perfectly.

My dogs love me an awful lot.