I have many thoughts in my head swirling around about the way we interact with our environments, the restorative properties of healthy communities for relationships, and the symbolism and meaning of Easter. I am having a difficult time choosing the words I want to use to describe my feelings and ideas so I will simply post some pictures of my Easter day instead.
I was lucky enough to be invited on a vacation with my mother-in-law and her friends. (Okay, I invited myself along.) I never would have been able to make it had I been working at my old job. It feels great to have that freedom for the first time in years.
I taught all three of my fellow vactioners how to knit. I must tell you, they were very competitive. They kept holding their knitting up to one another’s knitting just to see who was the fastest knitter. Lynn kept ripping out her entire piece everytime she made a mistake.
I had a wonderful time. It was so beautiful near the beach.
David’s brother’s family was featured in The Calgary Herald regarding their Compact year-long commitment. The full article is online here. They’ve really been able to spread their message about the experiment they are doing through different venues none of which they’ve set out to pursue. You’d think that they wouldn’t be exposed to that many people, but they’ve been an example at Thomas’s work, another large church in Calgary, and now the city paper. I’m really excited to hear about how the year continues to play out.
They both have been blogging at a specific site in order to share their story, and Malora recently posted about some cute zipper bags she sewed in order to pack snacks for Noah instead of plastic bags. They are really clever.
I cannot wait to see this documentary. I first heard about it from Brenda, and I watched the trailer on a foodie’s blog. Supposedly, it will play on a PBS channel next month, but I am terrible at finding that sort of information. It is playing next Tuesday night in Sedona. Road trip?
Awhile ago, I helped Zack and Kelli move into their new home. They now live in a historic home in downtown Phoenix. This house came with a backyard filled with curious old birdhouses and lawn ornaments.
David isn’t really keen on the idea of me selling my vehicle. Nor are the Schultz’s. They all have good points…emergencies, borrowing others’ transportation, and isolation. Nevertheless, I am determined to change my transportation. I’ve begun to ride my bicycle more often. I still haven’t taken the bus anywhere though. (I feel intimidated by deciphering the schedule, but I haven’t written that off completely.)
David did agree to the idea of a Vespa. I think he may have been in a moment of weakness, but I am not above taking advantage of that. A Vespa appeals to me in so many ways. And seeing one in person today…well, my heart simply melted by its design. I love it. I covet one. And the one I drooled over the most happened to be on sale. ((drool))
This is what the sunrise looked like this morning:
I was not exactly wide awake:
Amazing clouds I saw on Chandler Boulevard:
Dove in a tree in my neighborhood:
Making a bodice to wear to Autumn’s wedding at the Renaissance Festival:
The cake at Autumn’s shower:
I have been googling names I found on strange ads in Willo House.
Sloane McFarland was a name that came up, and it led me to this interesting article about the people and projects going on in the gentrification and arts-ing up of downtown.
The planning…
Tilling by hand…weren’t sure if we would have access to the roto-tiller. But those guys really tore it up–great job Adams and Jacob!
Thank you, Sonny. He also tilled the side of the yard where we plan on placing the tomatoes.
Winter lettuce
Chalk drawings
Our forewoman, Layla
I think this was leftover from New Year’s Eve…
Chico, Verdi, Avacado…what is your name?
Baby Shea never fails to provide a beautiful photo.
(All photos with the exception of the bird courtesy of Stephanie. All editing by Jamie)
Today, Wendi, Joy, Trista, Fiona, and I hiked the Peralta Traileast of Gold Canyon.
Followed by an amzing chocolate cake in the evening made by Stephanie.
