long underwear in july

strawberries! (sometimes a bit moldy)
the raspberries are ready
and cherries
and sudden abundance of things that grow on trees--
next place i live i'm planting trees first thing for sure,
windowbox or rolling hills.

often clarity's hard to come by for me here--
i think i might be sad a lot,
but also i really like this work and the pace of my days,
beans and rice,
going to bed my body exhausted,
getting up and doing it again.
recently we put up 2 acres of nets
so the birds couldn't eat the blueberries;
now we are getting ducks
so THOSE birds will eat the mummyberries, the fallen diseased ones--
inside birds outside birds baby birds dead birds mobs of hungry birds...

for breakfast i am eating often eggs & mustard greens
or oatmeal & yogurt
there's a wealth of dumpstered field roast in the fridge
and politics of sharing the kitchen are confusing to me--
a different texture of communal living,
but i guess it is true that
people who come out to live on a farm want some quietness, private space,
become a little more okay with silence and aloneness
at least silence is easy to come by around here.

and sometimes the sun is glorious!
and there is fresh bread! or pizzas on friday!
i am always excited to eat lunch!
local politics are kind of super interesting!
our dog left and returned!
the hard cider flows and flows!
and when z and i clean the cabin and burn a bit of cedar, it's homey.
and in my head all day i know i'm walking some lines of sanity and also worlds and also dreams.

but so it goes.
i have been writing a lot of letters recently. i'm happy to write you one too if you remind me of your address, you reader of this blog (i have been a faithful reader but posting, not so much...)

happy summer, to those with fur and without, long underwear or no...

oh also this is cool!
"notes concerning recent actions of the police" regarding the recent murder of kenneth harding, a faredodger on the BART in SF, who was shot by the popos...if you scroll down to the anarcha-fem flier that was handed out that's kinda cool too.

it's always sunny in the east bay

yuppie coffeedrinkers laugh
and down the street "the cutest kids in the bay" go to the church of religious science to walk the labyrinth and munch raw vegan maple cookies
and three blocks away is the hot mess haus--a hot mess of punk-hippy-homesteader-crafty-zinester-plantloving-injeramaking-radical-searching souls...
seems like everything here is either a few blocks or a few minutes away (nonprofit bike co-ops free paint free produce free people infoshops bookstores fancy haus sugarplum mansion pink purple blue haus the jam factory strong roots garden healthy hearts garden sliding scale farmstands phat beets farmers market in a school parking lot grove schafter park's basketball court)
and rosalyn stopped by with her shopping cart this morning and gave kevin a plant and some bagels. ron came by last night and asked for another veggie dog cause it blew his mind. and ahmed gave us a free beer for a plateful of bbq food!
not much more exactly except an abundance of small beautiful details--what a world (! / ?! / ???) i have fallen into here, of possibilities for living creatively, loudly, quietly. and maybe life is easier in the sun, and maybe that's okay? and still this morning it was hard to get out of bed, hard to get out of the haus--not for any good reasons except black mold on the back of my neck and the toilet's exploding and all those other small pleasures.
ah well...it's always sunny in the east bay.