choices and the green man approaches.

New vinyards where cattle and sheep used to pasture.

 less than a mile from where we live on the south east side of Petaluma, new vinyards and the irrigation systems.  a huge pond is still being shaped.   Acres and miles of new vines have been planted.  none actually NEED to be irrigated; tho in their favor, it looks like the pond will be filled with rain runoff, just a quess.  There is a major no tresspassing/fenced intensly pump building just a wee bit up this road.

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Am nearing completion of several large and small paintings, the final touches disengaging the annoyances or at least sweetening the bitter, in riotous colors, believe me. Nice to meet old friends, my brushes. Good to work with a new one.

speaking of usury....

the poet who wrote Paradise Lost, John Milton, made a good living, til he didn't anymore, loaning money to other people.

He was also a civil servant, blind for decades, who died of kidney failure. He had gout. He spoke aloud his poems to his daughters who wrote them down. He left them their mother's father's unpaid debt in his will, and gave all his money, etc to his latest wife.

A complicated person, no doubt.

It gives me into that wordless place, a wonder of the world's greatest artists and how they managed to pay the mortgage or rent and put food on table.

the ghost of little red riding hood

dangerous tools

and dangerous fools usually go hand in hand
cry "OH! The beloved country!"

i read somewhere or heard some time maybe on the radio
the fish in the sea feed our kittys' bellies
Cry "OH! Our beloved country!"

He gave us rigs of steel ol do what you will
Andrew Carnegie, the scotsman of such power and stuff
Cries "OH! MY Beloved country!

Somewhere there is balance,
regulated sworn just and fair
providing compensation
utter upheaval
no more insurance,
no more usury
no third party suits
all solar energy
even ocean freighters

clean, I'd like clean
air and fresh water
and clean I'd like to hear a world that feels clean
and loved,
the land that feels loved
just like me.