The winds of change are almost palpable .

Should I question it? Nah.

Just ride the wave.

Every turned corner there is movement right now . Work and progress and building .

Processing , regrouping and tearing down.

Rebirth.

With work and rules, home and beyond home. Ideas and thought with motives and plans are swirling  around every turn -I heard the world may even be spinning a little faster.

I hope it sifts through the chaff and leaves me with what I need. 

Ah  it’s poetry ..

…About school restarting and timber 

Buyer’s plans alongside barrel racer ranch dreams and deer plot makers entangled with summer break….babies learning to walk, Young’n’s learning to break horses and catch bigger fish in the creek and the sea-

(tale of two Levi’s.)

I even looked through a night vison gun last night . 

It’s like this every July around my house ..this palpable air ..for seeing the end of the lazy summer days that I didn’t really have anyway for working the “9 to 5” but watching as the world cranks up for another ms house party last hoorah before another school year takes off.

And somehow I’m usually broke. …not always but usually because,…

 Besides what the last 17 years didn’t wear out, the summer heat did .

Broken down lawnmower, ac fan unit (on the 17 year old central unit) stove, dishwasher and a 17 year old well repair . And State Farm wants a lot more for house insurance- I just want prices like 1980 -dang ..and a few garden vegetables. So, when the last vine of summer is dutifully but sadly cut , can we breathe a little easier in a cooling fall breeze of harvest, please…

Jesus ?

And I’m not just talking about the vegetables.

About the picture:

Below is some gardening from last year, this year wasn’t as fruitful. And I must give my husband the credit. Thank you, Tommy!