been spending some time on the carrizo. last sunday morning one of the ewes dropped twin lambs. white as milk. i had to cross the paddock she shares with a ram and another sheep to get to the paddock on the far side where yet another ewe and her three young lambs reside. i slipped on an amniotic sac and nearly landed on my crown. i have no regrets.
it was really cold on the plain. kept a fire in the wood stove and spent my evenings toasting my haunches in front of it, reading a book. it was lovely even if i did feel a twinge of guilt every time the barn cats came and scratched at the window to be let in.
tracing a shirt pattern on swedish paper. new pinking shears to replace the old ones. soft flannel. box of notions. my grandmother’s iron.
today i scattered desert bluebell, clarkia, and bird’s eye gilia seeds all around the homestead. supposed to have a storm this weekend. get them watered in. my young red baron peach had six flower buds last week and today two of them had opened. the deer will probably eat them before they set fruit even though i have the trunk girded with a wire cage. crafty beasts. the quince is unfurling leaves. the elderberry too. apple buds swelling. young peony leaves pushing up pink. tomorrow i’ll plant bababerries which are a cross between cultivated raspberry and the wild raspberry of the coast ranges. they’re my perfect fruit. and who doesn’t love raspberries? the thought of them turns me quite boneless. pure jelly.
finally able to read halldor laxness’ salka valka thanks to the amazingly kind efforts of a friend who drove all the way to ucsb library and hand digitized it for me. i very much enjoyed the read. so good. incidentally, discovered that salka is a diminutive of salomé which was my great-grandmother’s name. i think i like that.
wrote a poem. working on a story. retelling of a baba yaga tale. thank heavens for the gentle persistence of my best pal and his unorthodox methods of persuasion. what a dear.
wellidy. catching cold, i think. must attend. ginger tea. and so.