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[treeskin]

Still tired, still cranky, but all the @#$@#$ vinca is in the ground, and the sprinkler's set, and all the people checking out vans today got vans (or minivans) to drive to their what'sits ......And I am SOOOOO glad I'm leaving at 3:30.

I did get that Harrison's Yellow rose dug up (and that was a challenge all on its own...prickly little bugger, it is), and in a box, to bring home. Now I need to decide exactly where it's going, and how much I want to move, and where that stuff goes. Got to plan for expansion with this thing; it was trying to sucker and spread in Donna's flowerbed.

Had a project idea this morning. Well, kind of a take-off of what I'm playing with right now....In Octavia Butler's book Parable of the Sower, the main character (Lauren Olamina) writes poems, her observations of life, and God. She titles the collection "Earthseed, the books of the living". I've always found them moving, and right now, I'm hand-copying them into one of my practice books. Thought it might be nice, though, to set them up in a nice font, print them out, and bind it special, rather just scrawled in my arthritic handwriting.

A sample:

All that you touch
You Change.

All that you Change
Changes You.

The only lasting truth
Is Change.

God
Is Change.