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Saturday, September 6

saturday the wee hooves

This morning I met my co-op neighbor's goat and her two bleeting bairns, who nibbled at my shirt-sleeves. The nanny had a wise beard & a stern look. Hay is still in my shoes. I want to meet the wonderful-looking bee man who has stacks of boxes and wandering chickens two blocks away, but I don't know what to say yet, I need to work on brave introductions. Today I just walked by, tongue-tied & slowly; he talked ripe tomatoes.