Dear Farm Journal

6/14/2021

This afternoon, with the second week of CSA boxes packed away in the cooler, I take a leisurely stroll around the gardens. I pause to observe the mosaic of textures and tessellations my senses cipher; the paper-thin husk of a ground cherry, the bristly hair on a pig’s back, the supple surface of a flower petal, and the asperous edging of a leaf. Each article in our objective reality is embedded with a code, a set of frequencies our senses can perceive as “matter”.

6/10/2021

This afternoon, with the second week of CSA boxes packed away in the cooler, I take a leisurely stroll around the gardens. I pause to observe the mosaic of textures and tessellations my senses cipher; the paper-thin husk of a ground cherry, the bristly hair on a pig’s back, the supple surface of a flower petal, and the asperous edging of a leaf. Each article in our objective reality is embedded with a code, a set of frequencies our senses can perceive as “matter”.

6/9/2021

This afternoon, with the second week of CSA boxes packed away in the cooler, I take a leisurely stroll around the gardens. I pause to observe the mosaic of textures and tessellations my senses cipher; the paper-thin husk of a ground cherry, the bristly hair on a pig’s back, the supple surface of a flower petal, and the asperous edging of a leaf. Each article in our objective reality is embedded with a code, a set of frequencies our senses can perceive as “matter”.

6/8/2021

This afternoon, with the second week of CSA boxes packed away in the cooler, I take a leisurely stroll around the gardens. I pause to observe the mosaic of textures and tessellations my senses cipher; the paper-thin husk of a ground cherry, the bristly hair on a pig’s back, the supple surface of a flower petal, and the asperous edging of a leaf. Each article in our objective reality is embedded with a code, a set of frequencies our senses can perceive as “matter”.

6/7/2021

This afternoon, with the second week of CSA boxes packed away in the cooler, I take a leisurely stroll around the gardens. I pause to observe the mosaic of textures and tessellations my senses cipher; the paper-thin husk of a ground cherry, the bristly hair on a pig’s back, the supple surface of a flower petal, and the asperous edging of a leaf. Each article in our objective reality is embedded with a code, a set of frequencies our senses can perceive as “matter”.

6/6/2021

This afternoon, with the second week of CSA boxes packed away in the cooler, I take a leisurely stroll around the gardens. I pause to observe the mosaic of textures and tessellations my senses cipher; the paper-thin husk of a ground cherry, the bristly hair on a pig’s back, the supple surface of a flower petal, and the asperous edging of a leaf. Each article in our objective reality is embedded with a code, a set of frequencies our senses can perceive as “matter”.

6/5/2021

This afternoon, with the second week of CSA boxes packed away in the cooler, I take a leisurely stroll around the gardens. I pause to observe the mosaic of textures and tessellations my senses cipher; the paper-thin husk of a ground cherry, the bristly hair on a pig’s back, the supple surface of a flower petal, and the asperous edging of a leaf. Each article in our objective reality is embedded with a code, a set of frequencies our senses can perceive as “matter”.

6/4/2021

This afternoon, with the second week of CSA boxes packed away in the cooler, I take a leisurely stroll around the gardens. I pause to observe the mosaic of textures and tessellations my senses cipher; the paper-thin husk of a ground cherry, the bristly hair on a pig’s back, the supple surface of a flower petal, and the asperous edging of a leaf. Each article in our objective reality is embedded with a code, a set of frequencies our senses can perceive as “matter”.

6/3/2021

This afternoon, with the second week of CSA boxes packed away in the cooler, I take a leisurely stroll around the gardens. I pause to observe the mosaic of textures and tessellations my senses cipher; the paper-thin husk of a ground cherry, the bristly hair on a pig’s back, the supple surface of a flower petal, and the asperous edging of a leaf. Each article in our objective reality is embedded with a code, a set of frequencies our senses can perceive as “matter”.

6/2/2021

This afternoon, with the second week of CSA boxes packed away in the cooler, I take a leisurely stroll around the gardens. I pause to observe the mosaic of textures and tessellations my senses cipher; the paper-thin husk of a ground cherry, the bristly hair on a pig’s back, the supple surface of a flower petal, and the asperous edging of a leaf. Each article in our objective reality is embedded with a code, a set of frequencies our senses can perceive as “matter”.