9:49 a.m.

I often dream of driving and braking, but the brakes won’t completely stop the vehicle, so I’m pushing and pressing like crazy but just can’t seem to get those brakes to work right.

from The Dreamer’s Dictionary
brake: if the brake failed, you would be wise to consider very carefully before accepting any new offer, as there is apt to be a well-hidden snag.

Note the new van in photo. It is a pale, pale green, almost silver.

Barney and I went for a walk yesterday afternoon and noticed Farmbeau had cut logs and left them lying in the bush, so we hauled them into the yard. What a gorgeous day. I didn’t want to come into the house.

Barney took the camera from my fanny pack and went around taking pictures of the cats, the cows, the horses, and me. He said we need some pictures of me because I am always the one with the camera. I said I don’t usually like the pictures of me anyway, as they don’t look like what I see in the mirror. He said “What, you don’t like yourself?” Then added, “You are the most beautiful mom I know.” I swear that kid has got it figured out that flattery is rarely folly.

Here I am after the last log was piled, sitting with my back to the road, having a smoke and a rest. My own mullein didn’t flower this year and barely produced any foliage, growing less than two inches high (bad spot at the hottest corner of the house, in a sweltering summer, I guess), so my herb teacher sent me a bag to smoke or make tea with.

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2:23 pm

Ah ... bathed, dressed, dishes done, hair fixed, nails polished, patchouli on my inner wrists ... the leaves have all fallen from the trees.

I deserve a lovely long walk.