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A friend is doing a gratitude thing. I'm still recovering from visit/covid shot stuff here, but I thought I'd follow along. It was gratitude and proud of:

I'm grateful for the cat sleeping on my feet, who is amazing as a safe mirror at letting me see how I feel about being persistently loved and approached with love. I'm grateful I have a home with a temperature I can control. I'm grateful I have friends to talk to, including local ones who have invited me over this weekend. I'm grateful for the quiet of woodstove heat in my house. I'm grateful at how smart and adaptable I've been at living as myself in this particular world, and how many strategies I've come up with over the years, like just this moment brushing my teeth two hours before bed so the bedtime routine doesn't feel so overwhelming. I'm grateful for the little spiral bobby pin things that actually keep my hair in a bun, and were cheap and easy to get

I'm proud of myself for getting rid of the toxic values that surrounded me culturally as a young adult around intelligence, and proud of the way that as my intelligence slips away (the real test) I still love myself and still value kindness and curiosity so much in people.

Devotions

Sep. 8th, 2022 09:38 pm
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When pain stops.

Friends.

Duck fat.

Facebook's 30 day mute ability.

Canning, as a pleasurable experience.

The outside big light that helps out the dogs when they are worried about bears.

Replacement parts for the lost piece of mt floor washer being cheap.

The ability to go to bed early on a bad day.

Cute baby animals.

Devotions

Sep. 7th, 2022 09:59 pm
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Luxuries:

Coffee substitute that removes the decision of caring for my emotional self vs my sensory self

Matching long underwear set: clothing that fits, is the same brand, and is the same colour. I couldn't afford these now but it's amazing to have them. Imagine having the money to buy two new items of fancy clothing that match at the same time like that! And good quality wool that doesn't mess with my skin. As a kid I would never have been able to imagine this happening to me.

A bounty of apples, and fancy spices from far away to enhance them (do folks say "elevate" nowadays if it's food?)

The ability to take a hot shower when I'm cold.

Sleeping in the room with its own thermostat.

Having five blankets on me anyways.

Snuggly animals.

The ability to keep my phone's ringer off.

Devotions

Sep. 3rd, 2022 10:07 pm
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Sleep
Line-dried clean sheets
A productive day
My perennial patch, things are bigger than when I planted them. This was the whole point
A place to put the snowblower for winter
Helpful dogs
This trio of unreasonably friendly cats
Dinner stuff in the freezer that just needs heating up
As much applesauce as I can can
Food as an expression of creativity
Water
Formula and trope in television, which lets my mind rest around (fictional) people in ways it never can in the real world
Fall planting
Garlic bulbs and shampoo ordered
The ability to act off-menu, and to still act
My sense of flavour/taste/texture, which is as much or more in the brain as it is in the body
The stretch I am about to do
The possibility of cleaning my bathtub for a bath
Knowing I can clean the floors whenever I want
Short-term tiny joys in the future, I guess
Family that chooses me, whatever that looks like
Riding in the truck with my music on
My it's ok playlist

Devotions

Aug. 29th, 2022 08:48 pm
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The reliability of the seasons.

Tucker's patient persistence, especially in the face of tech issues.

The way the downstairs couch connects me to Hazard, who won't come to the upstairs couch to snuggle.

Cool air through a slightly-open window, and the smell of baseboard heaters.

More different kinds of squash than expected.

At least a week before frost in the forecast.

Forethought.

Apple-protector dogs that run off the bears.

Ability to work from home spontaneously on a day I was too tired to drive.

Holding boundaries.

Understanding myself better every year, with the possible exception of 2021.

Clean self in clean sheets, it never gets old.

Efficiency tricks: hanging shirts on hangers before putting them on the line to dry, so I just need to put the hangers into the closet after; putting the wet sheets on the line even if it's raining, since it'll stop raining and dry soon; putting used cloth pads in the shower so the day's supply gets rinsed in the evening under my feet when I shower, and can then go into the wash.

Control of my own space.

A deep pile of blankets on the bed.

Upstairs/downstairs migration.

Devotions

Aug. 25th, 2022 08:49 pm
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A sense of spaciousness in my life, even if just for a bit

Two bush days in a row

Probably relatedly, being unselfconsciously and unintentionally happy

Saskatoon berries that have been hanging on the bush, ripe, for weeks and have got dense and ultra sweet, halfway to raisins

The extra-mystical sense I get from my well knowing it's part of a karst system

An abundance of weird-shaped squash

Melons?!??!!!?!! Here?!?!?!!!!!!! I think one at least is big enough it'll give me seeds. Also the mystery of which melon it is, there are several like it from my mix I sowed this spring

All the colours skin can be

Watering my garden

The cuteness of piglets

Raspberry/rhubarb/mint/duck coexistence

A warm fall (I know you may not call this fall, but historically speaking we could have a first frost anytime and instead it was 32C today)

Brushing bits of tree out of my hair

Showering off so much salt

Picking up a freezer pizza on the way home and makinh things easy for myself

The anticipation of making biscuits

Enjoying my life again?

Feeling like it's ok. It's been awhile

Winning the "no one coming into my house" thing without any arguement from boss, using language the union person gave me, probably because I prepped thoroughly and didn't talk to boss while I was losing it

Cool air coming in the window all night, and deep blankets

Planting trees

Devotions

Aug. 22nd, 2022 08:35 pm
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My muscle-rub I made that just helps things hurt less

Corn over my head! Whether or not it ripens, it's still neat

A warm fall?

Not being evacuated for fire

Novel environments that I can choose to enter

Right-sized doses of friends

People who can state boundaries

Easy-to-make food

Spicy things

Autism groups where people float super helpful ideas all the time (there's a neurodivergent cleaning one and an executive dysfunction meals one and they are full of such creative folks)

Podcasts, I love that I can listen to things. I used to read so much and now I can't, but can still listen.

The ADHD Ologies podcast I listened to on the way to the fair, apparently ADHD can be acquired through brain injury, I somewhat wonder if something like that isn't what's going on with me since the rollover? Now that I have this knowledge I know where to start talking to folks about it. It's like the central framework for a lot of my knowledge is gone because my mind isn't big enough to hold it anymore, since then. That's why I can't sit down and just write a paper, because I can't remember the concepts that came before well enough to attach the next sentence to it. Using my verbal memory cued off bullet points is a little easier, so I use speech-to-text for that stuff now, but still. Anyhow, also lots of useful insights and actionable things for all my adhd friends, of which there are many.

The free feeling of saying no.

My friend-geese.

Snuggly kittens.

Not missing all the music festivals this year yet.

That time after dinner when it's not too hot and the air is cooling.

Fistfuls of raspberries.

Apple season.

Apple saskatoon sauce?

Soap as a way to store fat.

Hope, because why not?

Devotions

Aug. 19th, 2022 09:20 pm
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Spices. When I was quite young I used to put the powdered cinnamon and cloves from our spice shelf in my tea, or just in water. Now I have a spice shelf that would more reasonably fit into three 1x3' shelves and I love it. Today I decided in the morning I wanted misir wat, so I broke into the niter kibbeh and berbere Josh sent me; this evening I tossed a ceylon cinnamon stick and some smoked cardamom pods into my boba as I was cooking them, and added some jaggery instead of sugar to make the syrup. These were deeply satisfying foods and really were made by the spices in them.

Making bubble tea at home. This has improved my quality of life substantially.

Marked-down stuff at the grocery store. Until the pigs are butchered I'm eating on credit every month because of the feed bill, but one does need to eat things that aren't pork sometimes, thus the grocery store. If I get there at the right time I can get treats.

Not being dizzy and lightheaded even in the sunlight. It's been quite awhile since I didn't have to worry about this, maybe a couple weeks or a month, but I was able to stand and put the towels on the drying line today without a second thought. Whether or not this was the electrolyte supplement, it was great. I made it to the garden several times today too.

My friend-goose. Well, technically this is my other friend-goose; the first is a roman, this one is the twisty goose sitting on her nest in the woodshed/goose shed. She comes out when I feed everyone and follows me around until I hold food for her personally. Today I fed the pigs first, so she followed me to the pigpen and then left; when I brought food out for the birds I took her a bowl of food and a bucket of water right to her nest because I didn't want her to miss dinner. She seemed appreciative, didn't even hiss as I approached the nest.

Line-dried towels. Just as good as line-dried sheets.

Ron's invite to the fall fair, and Corrie's invite to look at her garden "sometime soon". Being actively invited is lovely and makes me feel wanted; it also solves the issue of trying to figure out what to do if Ron, for instance, drives his truck with his dog in it to my house if I invite him by. It's certainly feat or famine for company up here and this weekend seems to be a little bit of feast.

People who think about things and then write about them. I mean, this is the best. Gardening, boundaries and society, whatever, it's all good.

My Whiskeycat, who is sitting with this whiskers tickling my hand as I type right now but is being polite and not headbutting.

My pups, who are being SO GOOD about the driveway and the gate when I open it to drive through. I've been practicing giving them lots of good attention if they come to me as soon as I get the truck in through the gate, even before I close it, and they're not running down the road at all anymore. Instead they come right to me as soon as I get out of the truck, even Avallu. I think all our stress levels are down and I like snuggling them. They're good pups and we love each other.

My shower. I am sticky and my sheets are almost still clean.

A town small enough to run into friends and chat with them at the grocery store. I enjoy serendipity and spontenaeity.

My baby tomato crosses, which are up: hardin's mini x baby jade, aerogarden "heirloom" x baby jade, baby jade x aerogarden heirloom. Seed leaves only still, but still!

Growing things in so many different ways.

Darkness. It's dark before 10 now, and it's much easier to sleep.

A good well with which to water the garden.

The one gaspe that presented a cob at the top of the stalk, in the tassel, that's emerged and displays a good half of the cob. I don't have the heart to open a cob while they're growing, but this one is sigalling good pollination and good full kernels that will be ready soon. I know they tend to rot in wetter places but this one is going strong so far.

Feeling tired but not completely exhausted. It's a much nicer feeling to want to sleep than wanting to fall over.

Devotions

Aug. 18th, 2022 10:30 pm
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The most beautiful tomato (even if it didn't taste spectacular) out of the promiscuous patch

Clean floors, clean self, clean sheets

I harvested fruit from here. That I planted

An invite to the fall fair by my friend Ron

Fava bean pods swelling

Glutinous barley, it seems so neat, I can't wait to play with it

The possibility of doing pottery

Dancing in the park next weekend?!?!! It's been years

Properties with creeks in the back

The cool of my basement

Clean sheets, freshly showered self, clean floors, still.

Devotions

Aug. 18th, 2022 08:47 am
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Eating a watermelon by cutting it in half and scooping out the insides with a spoon, with a little juice at the bottom to drink

Salads from the garden

Prioritizing rest

Tomatoes that are allllllmost ripe

Future plans. I love making these. I love looking forward to things, to figuring out what they'll be like

Folks who understand PDA

Learning more about PDA myself, it really helps to understand what's happening

A cat food my cats will eat and not complain about

Kratky hydroponics, it's so simple

The miracle of the modern technological/industrial complex, which creates things like air pumps for hydroponics, grow lights, instant communication of many kinds, floor washing machines, laundry machines, stoves, glass jars for canning, and an amazing network of roads and airplanes and just-- there are dark sides but it's also truly awe-inspiring

DWC hydroponics ;)

My mind. Even when I can't think well or remember anything, which is certainly true lately, it's home and is where I belong

An office window that looks directly out on the lake

Being able to access therapy regularly, even if it's not necessarily as much as I'd like

My counterpart coworker who was visibly frustrated with yet another newly-implemented set of time-wasting rules today. At least I'm not alone

Time to wash my floors tomorrow

The trailer being clean, so I can haul it down to pick up feed in without having to manually unload all the feed from the truck

This tiny window of non-exhaustion. I'd forgotten how good it feels

Devotions

Aug. 17th, 2022 08:36 am
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Union person is going to look into the home visits thing, plus the D&I person told me to circle back if I couldn't get it sorted, so I feel not entirely alone.

There are other parts of the office I could move to, I don't entirely have to switch jobs, though I could.

That anesthesiologist was pretty great.

I'm doing some interesting thinking on helplessness vs autonomy and control and am perhaps on the way to rebalancing there.

I made it in to the office today, I wasn't sure if I was going to this morning.

I'm thinking about things in relationship and meaning terms again, I had been veering to the received absolute so prevalent in my bit of society for a bit. Things like, driving in to work I saw a woman smoking in the shade of some trees and thought "she looks like she's enjoying herself, like she's experiencing pleasure from that" rather than "eww, smoking" which is more appropriate since she was experiencing it and I was not.

Goose confit from the freezer. It's close to a perfect food.

Cabbage sauteed in niter kibbeh, while we're on food, especially when the niter kibbeh was made by Josh and mailed up to me.

The anticipation of a hydroponics project to look into.

Netpots that fit into the top of mason jars.

Lettuces in the garden just waiting for me.

Usask sour cherries first real harvest, only about a cup a plant this year but it was only a couple cherries last year. This is what I had wanted, to be here long enough for the things I planted to bear fruit, and here we are.

Extra expired milk from the grocery store, and a friend who dropped some off for the pigs.

My ring. I had to take it off for the hospital and my hand looks incorrect without it. It helps me feel focused, committed to myself, and whole with the legitimacy it lends to my love with the land.

Keeping a bin under my desk at work so I can sit with my legs out straight in front of me, even though it's technically not allowed.

My blue linen shirts. I feel pretty in them.

This length for my hair is pretty great: long enough that I never have to worry about it because it's just up and back.
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The smell of tomato leaves on my fingers

Completely comfortable and immersive sex which doesn't require a mental watchdog

Crocheted blankets

My blue linen shirts

Devotions

Aug. 14th, 2022 09:40 pm
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I was going to list things in the garden that are beautiful but there are too many to list. Just-- beautiful to look at, you know?

Fresh tomatoes, especially that one green cherry so far

Mikado black tomato, it's looking like the biggest first of the single cultivars, and Secret Seed Cartel which I got the seeds from two years ago. I'm so glad to have this one

The tomato crosses that took and are swelling into bigger fruit

Coconut oil on sale. Time to make soap - my lard soap takes 10-20% coconut oil and I was out.

Seed saving, plants, gardens generally

My time with Tucker this weekend, which was perfect

Touch as communication, allowing words to rest a little while

Words used in ways that feel safe to all parties

The bad parts of my childhood being so far away

Days where I feel pretty

Cereal for dinner

A hydroponics store in town that didn't have pot smell in it, so I could go in and get things without dying

Afternoon naps in the shade in the truck with my head on Tucker's lap

People who think about things

Line-dried sheets *and* blankets

Knowing what I love

A hydroponics setup for my pepper F1s (!!!)

And my tomato F1s?

Having someone in town who's got my back on Tuesday

Cold tomato juice

A little energy back over the weekend

Sleep.

Devotions

Aug. 11th, 2022 09:58 pm
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Enough energy to get up to the garden and to give the pigs lots of water on this hot, hot day.

Water from my well, cold and minerally.

Dogs who let me know when they need more love.

The meetingplace in the middle, where all my connections live.

Tomato breeding.

A riot of corn pollen.

The ability to clean my floors so quickly.

The show Elementary, where I could see myself in so many ways, and could see myself in someone who was loved. I almost never see myself in someone who continues to be loved and accepted as themselves.

The guy on fb who just went off on autism awareness day because it doesn't contain autism acceptance and autism care. I hope he gets so much love and care his whole life.

The super dapper duck combination of cayuga and pekin, which results in big black ducks with white tux fronts and flashy white wingtips tucked over their backs. Beautiful and a nice size too.

I don't want to jinx it, but some muscovy ducklings that are still alive.

Downstairs, which is cool, and which has its couch.

Modern medicine, as far as it goes, and someone to take me to my "don't drive home or make financial decisions or sign contracts that day" appointment on Tuesday.

The range of restaurants growing up in PG. There are enough that, given how seldom I go in, I am always conflicted because there are more nice places than I can try.

My brother reaching out to say happy birthday.

Seeing Tucker tomorrow.

Sending Josh garden pictures and having them mean something.

My garden. Still and always, my garden.

Devotions

Aug. 11th, 2022 12:12 am
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It doesn't seem to be covid.

I was most afraid of this, being here sick, weak, and tired with no one to help me. I survived a couple days of sleeping 18 hours a day and I'm still too weak to lift a full feed bag, but I'm clever enough to split the feed into several buckets to carry and it's still hose season so I don't need to carry water. It was fine. There are ways of being sick I couldn't handle but I made it through this one.

Today I had enough energy to get to the pharmacy for a covid test and even walk all the way to the chicken house 3 times. Tomorrow I might be able to make it up to the garden.

I'm still very grateful for the vacmop. My floors are at least not part of what's making me uncomfortable.

Past self made some interesting tomato crosses and I planted the seeds for those F1s today. Yesterday I pulled out some microdwarf tomato seeds and I planted those today too. I also made a list of the crosses I'm missing. I love my tomato work, and that is available to me even if I can't make it up to the garden.

A friend has offered to lend me his hydroponic setup so I can do more tomato and pepper breeding setup this winter. I'm super excited.

Tucker has been watching Elementary with me in the evenings, remotely. It's nice, when I'm too sick or tired to think, to still have a way of being companionable. At this point in my cycle I'm looking forward to seeing him.

I'm so glad I cleaned my sheets before I got sick. I've been spending a lot of time in this bed.

I'm grateful for Josh. He mentioned that he'd looked up declarative language that I'd mentioned as helpful for PDA and was trying to do that. <3 He also supported the idea that PDA is a real thing that explains my stuff when I was feeling a bit weird about it.

I'm grateful I've constructed a life where PDA can be such a low level hum that I can sometimes doubt it applies to me, at least some of the time.

I'm glad to think of my corn growing up there in my garden.

I'm also quite fond of all the little ducklings. There are many.

And that's the end of my energy. Be well, and goodnight.

Devotions

Aug. 7th, 2022 10:51 pm
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Thinking back on it, mom filled my childhood with nonconformers. I'm thinking of Madeline and of Ferdinand the bull right now, but I know a lot of the stories we read were of that sort. It may be the reason I never felt alone in the world as a kid, I always felt like my people existed but I hadn't met them yet, and except for how I managed my emotions I never felt I was wrong for taking my own path, at least not from mom. That's quite a gift for her to have given me.

Today I was fueling up after dropping Avi at the airport and due to a weird sequence of things got into the truck to drive away when I heard a tap on my window. I'd forgotten, not just to close the gas cap, but to take the pump nozzle out of the truck. Like they said, it's my lucky day. I've never seen what happens in that case and hopefully I never will. Note to future self: this is the time of year when dropping people for the 7pm flight means driving home straight into the sun on the horizon for two hours.

I'm starting to look forward with anticipation to taking to Adrian and Ellen and sorting out what's up with that thing. That's a good sign.

I'm also looking forward to renewing my Fort acquaintanceships.

Tucker gave me a set of sheets before he left, and I have a blanket that perfectly matches the colour.

Chocolate's babies are still alive and haven't yet succumbed to the muscovy disease. Maybe they won't?

I'm back in the downstairs bedroom, I expect I'll sleep better tonight.

I get to think about fall tomato breeding, which is lovely.

I like my little online gardening communities.

The breeze coming in through the window is perfect.

I have clean sheets tonight.

I'm tired, and I get to sleep.

Goodnight.

Devotions

Aug. 7th, 2022 06:54 am
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They say that gratitude practice is supposed to make people less materialistic but I find that's the opposite for me? So many things I appreciate are enabled by things, by the infrastructure of our society. I'm not saying I wouldn't appreciate things without that infrastructure, but so much of it brings so much ease.

For instance, my vacmop. After using the kitchen pretty hard yesterday (coming in and out through it for a week in dirty shoes, two kinds of canning, smoking some meat) I ran the machine for fifteen minutes while waiting for the last canner batch and the upstairs floor is miraculously unsticky. I cannot overstate how much better this thing is than the typical sweep-vacuum-mop or even just vacuum-then-mop protocol. There's no weird stuff that gets missed by the vacuum and moved around by the mop, as always happens when the mop is not also vacuuming, and it gets the floors a lot cleaner on a genera level (it's not good at taking off clumps of stuff that are dried on, but the majority of the surface does feel cleaner).

Also, the smoker. Ron gave it to me, he'd clogged it up with non-smoke wood pellets using it as a BBQ, and Avi fixed it. Inagural run was yesterday and it made some very tasty ribs and smoked some bacon; I still have half a bag of pellets left and I'm going to run some of my prosciuttos etc for it for a bit before setting them to dry.

Aged pork. This... sounds weird, and honestly I'm not sure how to feel about it, but pork aged even in a vaccuum bag (obviously no swelling on the bag and no discolouration or off-flavours on the meat) for even up to a couple months is really, really good. It's got depth of flavour, it's a little more tender, I can't do all my pork like this but it's worth doing some. I trim all the outside so I'd have to cut chops after the aging process is done but I do want to try some of that.

The morning ritual of corn pollination is dear to my heart.

Growing corn is as well. I'm so grateful to have effectively limitless garden space.

Chocolate the muscovy, who is a fabulous mother and one of my original animals. She's hatched a set of 10 ducklings and I'm concerned they'll get the muscovy disease and die (it was a hidden nest), but she's just such a good mother either way.

The new butcher down the next town over. They seem like they might be willing to do the kind of custom work I need, and they don't slaughter so I can have my guy over to kill, skin, and gut and then move the meat down there to have it processed. That may be the way to help me get over the last bits of the excess of pigs I have right now.

Saskatoon berry lemonade. This is a collaboration between my favourite saskatoon bush, which just drips a ton of berries so I have to pick some of them, leftover lemon juice from Avi's lemon curd, and a half-remembered recipe I saw. It's super tasty and an amazing colour. I only got 5 jars out of it, I need to make some more.

I shared a meme about thinking of the world as a set of systems to engage with, that you can't just treat it as a set of structures to behave in an authoritarian way towards but that information flowing both ways is necessary to poking and learning. A ton of people in turn shared it, and I'm glad to know so many folks around me feel that way. I feel seen. The meme said this: )

Cool morning air through the window is so lovely, as is sweet tea.

I'm looking forward to a conversation with my usual people. I've had visitors so continuously that I think part of my feeling of lonelines and destabilization is just that I haven't made the time on my end to talk to folks like I normally do. That leads to me feeling adrift and unmoored and isn't about anything they've done, really (though it may be about us not being able to make time to talk when we're both busy because we don't coordinate schedules, but that's not for here or now).

It will be so nice to have some time alone with the garden.

This coming week has a bit of a social day at work on the jetboat. It'll be a long long day, we leave at 5:45, but I get to go up to the other end of the lake which I've never done before.

I have learned so much about my PDA this week. It's amazing to see it in action and know it for what it is.

A coworker I spent a lot of time with last summer came and said hi when he saw me at the grocery store yesterday. I'd recently had a dream about him, it was good to see him. Maybe I should follow up with a social visit? With my coworker from the last job who hosted hot pot night too, I think.

The salmon are in the creek that runs through downtown. It's early, I think. Salmon are magic, especially up here. Imagine that journey! Most of my friends won't make the effort to drive or fly it, let alone swim up 1000km of river rapids. (laughs)

I'm also just so glad to be sitting here with Threshold in this quiet morning, guest asleep, just me and the cool air and bird sounds coming in through the window.

And now I get to get some snuggles and get back to sleep for a bit before driving Avi to the airport. Both sleep and snuggles sound nice.

Devotions

Aug. 6th, 2022 09:23 am
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Morning is always emotionally easier than evening; I can count on that.

I'm in a position where I don't really have to make decisions, I can just let things (work, home) continue if I want to.

In the morning my house is filled with the sound of baby birds drifting in through the windows. Mostly ducks, but still, baby birds.

Getting a case of my favourite wine means there's enough to share with people.

The weather is perfect right now, cool but not cold.

Heat is coming again to speed along my corn experiments.

I found another resource for cold-hardy apples.

Next year I can grow more corn?!!!?!

Gardener friends who share their experiences with me are good for my soul.

There's a gateau baulois waiting for me for breakfast.

This period of not using words too much, of not trying to talk about and figure out every little thing, of letting things go when the other person isn't up to using their words well instead of becoming an interpreter - it's restful. My minds feels as if it's resting.

I have some lovely seeds.

Anticipation of seed saving is enjoyable.

It's really neat to be learning so, so much from the corn experiment so I can tailor what I'm doing next year and the year after; I love the way everything shifts as I learn.

When I find a tomato I love, I can just take a cutting from that plant for breeding and put it in the aerogarden.

In the fall I expect I'll be learning more about hydroponics.

My body is made up nearly 100% of the water from this property. How amazing is that?!

Today feels like a day for acceptance.

Devotions

Aug. 5th, 2022 09:12 am
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 Magic masala potato chips. They're spicy and tasty. I don't normally like chips?

Going to bed early and waking up when my body wants to,  13 hours later

Planning apples for next year and poking around in nafex and rootstocks

Longest bleeding ever may eventually be over?

Two. Inches. Of. Rain. My corn needed that. 

Some time to wander around in the garden today. 

Avi fixed the hot smoker!

A day for planting the rest of the perennials with the ground nicely prepped by rain, how lovely. 

The anticipation of pollinating corn with a cup of tea.

Not being at work. It's a lightness.

Devotions

Aug. 3rd, 2022 09:24 pm
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 First silks of painted mountain corn

A good pair of field days

Rain

A chicken mother who does her job

The ability to make a massage appointment for tomorrow after this several weeks of hard bush work

Past self who made me lovely coppa

Warm sweet milky tea after a hard day

Gardens

A nice dream where I hung out with a coworker

A window of autonomy within my journal, where I can end this where I want to

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