Home on the Grange

Descanso, California. What a wonder, what a world. Home on the homestead. From forges of green, the amoebas bubble up. How did we get here? How many years! The biology in me embarks forth on a discovery of the relationships we build here with nature. What all there is! So many creatures. So many heartbeats.

In times like these, the clock has a new rhythm. A beating wind through my window. A full stop on the ages before. A knocking for the visitor to come. The present I am presented with. A cliché goes here. Here, it's I who goes there. Each moment I get to be. Living, dreaming, thinking. Here amongst the wildflowers. The dragonflies. The grass that's too long and gone to seed. Here amongst the fairies and tales and cups of hot drink. Here discovering the secrets of the herbs and their friends. Here to know, here to find out, here to grow, here to write literary prose. The crafting of a life made of roots and leaves.

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Soaring free and growing food. Creating a brand with mystical naturalism and fairies in mind. This is the good in me. The path I carve and the seeds I plant along the way.

Barefoot in the garden and

Baring my soul in the canteen.

This homestead life is

All I could dream.

I live with the pace of nature and

Magic unseen.