neem and they just hang out. poor buggers.
i crave stillness like you crave motion things happen.. or not happen.. something thought about..
I have been sitting in my hothouse...breathing in silence..thinking I'm immersed in stillness...
then thinking I can hear the Hornworms chewing down another plant. Every movement becomes perceived as having something to do with worm occupation and therefore..every movement is questioned. A leaf moves...a stem sways..a spent flower falls....somebody is guilty of worm work
Gardening here is so much like running distance in the mountains. I see how they are one in the same. My tapestry is being spun as I go...or it's already been spun..and I'm just now...cutting the trail and finding out for myself.
I am unable to stop moving