Dear Farm Journal

1/28/2021

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”.

1/27/2021

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”.

1/26/2021

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”.

1/25/2021

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”.

1/24/2021

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”.

1/23/2021

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”.

1/22/2021

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”.

1/21/2021

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”.

1/20/2021

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”.

1/19/2021

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”.