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Went to the park with the family a few days ago and I couldn't stop staring at this red chair in a tree. My youngest didn't believe that there was a chair in a tree until I pointed it out. "I've never seen that before," she said. Part of me immediately wanted to comment on the strangeness of it being there, but a greater part of me settled on the "rightness" of it being there. I thought of all the ways the chair landed where it's not supposed to be. A wind storm, a person, a weird string of events. But now it's in a tree, telling me a story. Now it's art. Now it's drawing my eye upward inside of down at my feet. I'm kinda feeling like that chair. Out of place but in the right place.
My bush beans are bean-ing and my lettuces (Little Gem Romaine and Tom Thumb) are lettuce-ing. Watering my garden today brought me a little joy that I thought I'd share before I head off this app for a little bit. Been carrying a lot of heartache this season that has been compounding for various reasons, but because of grief in particular. I just need to make my headspace a bit more quiet. Love y'all for real.
For today.
Today was a good day at the nursery. It's pretty empty. (Last week, I had the pleasure of loading up 600-ish (out of 1,100) plants that I planted, watered, and weeded, and sent them on their way to the Southern Nevada Water District.) Today was just minor maintenance in the cool weather as we prepare to begin sowing again.
Went to a pumpkin patch and orchard this weekend. It was horribly crowded. But I took a moment to wander off in the rows, remove my mask, and breathe in some fresh air between the apple trees.
Took a moment to have breakfast lakeside this morning. I've been telling myself for two years now that I want to chill here but never do. And finally I woke up with it on my mind and decided to go.

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Went to the park with the family a few days ago and I couldn't stop staring at this red chair in a tree. My youngest didn't believe that there was a chair in a tree until I pointed it out. "I've never seen that before," she said. Part of me immediately wanted to comment on the strangeness of it being there, but a greater part of me settled on the "rightness" of it being there. I thought of all the ways the chair landed where it's not supposed to be. A wind storm, a person, a weird string of events. But now it's in a tree, telling me a story. Now it's art. Now it's drawing my eye upward inside of down at my feet. I'm kinda feeling like that chair. Out of place but in the right place. My bush beans are bean-ing and my lettuces (Little Gem Romaine and Tom Thumb) are lettuce-ing. Watering my garden today brought me a little joy that I thought I'd share before I head off this app for a little bit. Been carrying a lot of heartache this season that has been compounding for various reasons, but because of grief in particular. I just need to make my headspace a bit more quiet. Love y'all for real. For today. Today was a good day at the nursery. It's pretty empty. (Last week, I had the pleasure of loading up 600-ish (out of 1,100) plants that I planted, watered, and weeded, and sent them on their way to the Southern Nevada Water District.) Today was just minor maintenance in the cool weather as we prepare to begin sowing again. Went to a pumpkin patch and orchard this weekend. It was horribly crowded. But I took a moment to wander off in the rows, remove my mask, and breathe in some fresh air between the apple trees. Took a moment to have breakfast lakeside this morning. I've been telling myself for two years now that I want to chill here but never do. And finally I woke up with it on my mind and decided to go. October bouquet 💐 In the mountains, a much-deserved respite. Nursery day. In the wake of my great-gran's passing, it seems like the nursery was a bit heavy-handed with the symbolism.
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