Something Beautiful

These footprints were worn into the wood by a 70-year-old Buddhist monk, who stood in the same spot to pray for 20 years. Devotion.
Story here.

i must say, i love that i am friends with such a diverse group of people. Along with being invited to a wedding in Saudi Arabia this month (which, sadly, I can't attend), a friend of mine has been posting all day about the Libyan struggle. The most recent, after swearing he wouldn't sleep until they were free, was declaring his first day in the free, newly reborn Libya. Then, of course, there are the Tea Partiers and the lawyers and the artists and the stay-at-home parents and the retired... I love that, when something major happens on the other side of the world, I know someone involved in it. Congratulations, Libya!

Domestic Goddess

sometimes, i can be a good home maker. This morning I was up before 7, doing dishes and vacuuming the carpet with my first cup of coffee in hand and my music playing just a little too loud. Next the plants were watered, the porches and tea house swept, and then I picked this gorgeous haul of blueberries. The finger's in the picture so you can see just how many there are. Tons!!

The best way to pick blueberries is to shove yourself into the bush, start with the top branches, and then hold the branches up with your head as you work your way down. I probably looked like a crazy lady, barefoot and in my pajamas, shoved into a blueberry bush and singing to myself. Domestic goddess, gypsy style.

So, when I was done my hair was a mess, my fingers purple, and I was covered in spiderwebs (and a few spiders, probably). But had so many blueberries! And a clean house!

Seriously, Suzie Housemaker here. I even cooked some veggies with fresh rosemary for lunch.

Ok, enough domesticity, and time to do schoolwork. But while I do that, I'm going to fill up the kiddie pool and give Squirt the Turtle some playtime.