Wednesday, February 24, 2010
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Last breakfast on the S Rim. I'm packed, checked out, studying for my practical exam. The coffee shop is a pull down banner in the bar. 2 sales types chatting.
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Year 8: We bought a farm. The bee yard is both a rock garden and the center of my future plantings. Every plant and insect has a job on this farm. Those pesky co-evolving phylla all conspiring to keep me up when I wake in the middle of the night. Will there be travel? Will we stay well? I am certainly nesting- baking and preserving more. Wouldn't it be funny if there were an evolutionary origin to my efforts.