Forest Floor

Wandering in the Rockies yesterday on a lengthy hike with a friend, I stopped to admire the forest floor. The soft crunch underfoot was a quilt of characters — dark black compost covered with bright splotches of lime green moss, rust orange lichen, fading...

940

4:30 am: Leave Phoenix. I couldn’t get to sleep and by the time my alarm goes off, I’m running on excitement. 6:30 am: Arrive in Flagstaff, throw the sunroof open, smell summer. The scent of a cool breeze blowing through pine is one of my favorites. In...

Kerouac

What lies behind us, and what lies before us are small matters to what lies within us.~~Ralph Waldo Emerson The bags are packed,  car fueled, maps printed, mixed CDs burned,  snacks baked and July birthday cards posted. I’m heading off on a solo road trip for...

Garden in Progress

The garden is clinging to life. Squash, pumpkins, sun flowers, basil, rosemary and watermelons are holding steadfast, bless their little hearts. The composter needs some attention, as does the front, former tomato, plot. I am looking forward to cooler weather and a...

Breathe

Inspiration — from in spirit — from the latin root of being in breath — is fascinating.  Breathing the same air as those who have come before gives me so much to consider. Lately I’ve been inspired by tales of extradordinary faith, such as that...

Tutorial: Quilted Camera Case

I was getting a pedicure this afternoon, reading the July issue of  In Style when a quote jumped out at me: “Life without love is like a year without summer.” — Swedish proverb So, let’s add a little love, shall we? Because God knows summer is...

Light

We are officially in the heart of summer in Phoenix. The weather is so incredibly warm, it is unbelievable to me anything can thrive outside. And yet, the sunflowers reach for the sky. The tallest one in the garden must be 10 feet. They are glorious, with their...

Stars and Stripes

Today we celebrate the birth of Rebilou, who turns 30. Granted, we’re also celebrating the birth of a nation, but for as long as I can remember, the fireworks meant Bec was blowing out another candle. Happy birthday to la Rebecca! Additionally, I heard this week...

Cherry

I’m thinking this pattern with a bamboo handle. Sweet, sweet moses these bags are going to rock. So, I’ve got a bit of a bone to pick with Maureen Dowd. Ms. Dowd, op/ed writer for The New York Times, gave considerable print this week to how scorned women...