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Moms eye surgery, store closed until thursday, Happy 4th of July

the gnomes are getting ready to party, the music is starting up…

The garden was watered, cut, pruned, weeded, decorated and in general, pampered.  But it will have to grow alone for a few days, although Dad will water, because mom is having her eye surgery tomorrow morning and won’t be gardening for a while.  The Funky Karma will be closed until thursday July 5th. There WILL be Ladies Meeting that night, topic will be, “The Power of Intention” This is gonna be good!!

Pluma giving Crystal Ball Readings…yep he can see the future.
“I can see parades, lights in the night sky and lots of good foods. Oh, it must be the 4th of July. Have a good time and be safe, see ya all next week.”

Pictures of Easter Weekend in the Garden

Toby, making music in front of his house: the biggest house, and only 2 story dwelling in the community. He has a fine new pink coat, chosen because it matches the tiny pink blooms of the Oxalis he has planted in his garden.
The Great Compassionate, Forgiving, Absolving, Healing and Earth Blessing Lady came down from her habitation high in the Organ Mountains early one morning and was seen traveling through the village. Most of the Gnomes saw Her pass; She had a soft private word with one or two but all felt her Special Blessing as She passed by. Seeds sprouted, flowers bloomed and even birds and butterflies paused a moment to watch Her progress which appeared neither to halt as she spoke to some not to rush by with undue haste, but steady movement towards the west was made.


Blooming and sprouting

Although it is early in the garden season, and we had a really hard freeze this past winter, the garden is filling out, blooming and sprouting. At the top right you can just see a glimpse of the corn.

The Gnomes are out in the Garden.

Old Alba's nearest neighbor.

The oleanders froze during the unusual super-cold days this winter, their dead leaves are blowing everywhere. They need to be cut back to about 1 foot high , then we will see if the roots lived.

Last night when I got home from the Funky K,  the Garden Gnomes were out working in their yards 

Unckle and his goodwife Nanca live around the bend in the path from Old Alba’s house.  I haven’t seen her out yet, but that is hardly surprising, because she has the Watcher’s cloak that hides her from view most of the time.  She always watches the Woods, and will raise an alarm if anything dangerous leaves the Wood, although nothing has for the last 15 years.  I will try to encounter her next time she is visible, and post her photo here. In the meantime here is part of her story.
“She had been a watcher for over 30 years, and in all that time she had only seen 1 fellow, a friend of her mate Rogather, come out of the Wood.  The two had passed beyond the sunlight into the dense dark earlier that same day, against her sage advice, mind you,  looking for some goats who had, they thought, been stolen ( later the three goats were found down the pathway to Unckle’s house… engaged in a feasting…on some rotten potatoes Unc had thrown onto his compost pile), but they had not listened to her!  So that when  Haperound had burst out of the wood an hour or two later, running for his life, as if pursued by demons, hysterically screaming that something had taken Rogath, she was not that surprised. When he had barely paused a moment by Alba in her watching chair to report the loss of his friend before speeding breathlessly along the path towards his home, she was not that upset because she knew her mate was a smart, resourceful man, and that he was sure to be just a few feet behind his friend. However, after waiting a long while, no Rogather, but she did hear banging and trampling sounds from the wood she made the decision to sound the alarm and alert the others who quickly responded with weapons to guard the way. But nothing had followed Haperound. After a few hours when it became clear that nothing was chasing the affrighted Haperound out of the wood they had all returned to their own homes. To this day Rogather had never returned, Alba tried to recruit villagers to search for her mate, but no one was willing to enter the wood. Hap’s story, so wild and disjointed, and he, so frightened he never recovered but lapsed into an almost catatonic state, in which he remains to this day, had so alarmed the villagers that no one had been foolish enough to enter the wood and nothing had come out of the wood in all that time. Until now… “

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