A return to the Goose Lake trail, the bees humming, the chamomile deeper, the buttercups and blackberries in bloom. Barefoot for half a mile.
While looking at our young cucumber plants, I was visited by a hummingbird, which paused in the air within three feet of me, long enough to say hello.
Olive oil is the skin lotion I use.
In my life I have planted one olive tree, which we left behind on the farm. I also planted a lemon tree. It started producing almost immediately. For a time, the first thing I did in the morning was eat a lemon. The variety was Eureka. A fitting name.
A small eucalyptus grove. A pomegranate. A Black Mission fig. Boysenberries. Honeysuckle. Lilacs. Poplars. Muscat vines.
The weather is beginning to warm. At dawn, I sprinkled water on the strawberries, a few of which are starting to color.
May 29, 2021
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Bare Feet, Barefoot Journal, Bees, Blackberries, Boysenberries, Buttercups, Chamomile, Cucumbers, Diaries, Eucalyptus Trees, Figs, Goose Lake, Honeysuckle and Lemon, Hummingbirds, Journals, Lilacs, Memory, Old Muscat Vineyards, Olive Oil, Olive Trees, Our Old Farm, Poplars, Strawberries, The San Joaquin Valley, Walking
William Michaelian 