Gardening in a genocide

we don't stop.

Let’s skip ear talk for a post or two.

“With the power of soul, anything is possible.”—Jimi Hendrix

I picked some dahlia’s from my garden and placed them in a vase. My wife watched me as she sipped her chilled Chardonnay. I think Keb Mo was streaming across the garden at the time.

As soon as I stepped back to admire my new creation my wife receives a Facebook message. A one year ago today.

I synch’d up with myself from a year ago. I needed one more yellow to really have nailed it. Share your memory from 1 year ago. Okay.

I was working on a garden stand and my wife asked me how does it stand up, it should fall over.

Let me try and put a beer on it and see if it falls over.

Let me sit something on it. It’ll fall over then.

I scrapped the entire build except the post. It was going to be a place to hold my concrete statue head with flowers growing around it. You may recall his face fell off last winter. It was very traumatic.

Shown here with face in two pieces. The rest of the head is in a pile in my garage.

I was successful in gluing his head back together with the wrong glue so I wanted to showcase it in the garden. He deserves it.

I made a new stand for him and he has a new home in the garden.

I dug out the crop circle and patched it back up.

What I thought about doing was making more using the same method, table top piece of glass and sun and then link them all up. Of course they’d all be exact distance apart and lined up perfectly with Pleiades. My wife wasn’t grooving on the idea.

On the 18th was our Dbanjo gotcha day. He’s an amazing animal and so fun to have in the garden. I made a frame of this picture and it’s hanging outside.

This was us lounging together on his gotcha day—9:35PM.

Music is streamed through the garden from as early as 5:45am until I’m forced to go in and go to sleep. This is all of my live CD’s. Three of the live CD’s are Stevie Ray Vaughn—”Don’t mess with Texas.”

I think I have every CD of his. Going through my CD’s I found a sealed un-opened CD. How’d did that happen? Can’t open it now.

Stevie believed Jimi Hendrix had a little help with his death. And then Stevie dies in a plane crash. I believe he had a little help too. The assholes are murdering our favorite singers / musicians.

We’re on them.

Have an A1 chemtrail free day everyone. Satellites might start going crazy.