Dear Farm Journal

12/28/2020

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”.

12/27/2020

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”.

12/26/2020

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”.

12/25/2020

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”.

12/24/2020

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”.

12/23/2020

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”.

12/22/2020

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”.

12/21/2020

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”.

12/20/2020

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”.

12/19/2020

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”.