Two Things I have Noticed Today...

I have days that I seldom talk to adults... most days, I find myself occuping the day with talk of soup, zebras, Yo Gabba Gabba, peaches, and blankies...

So, that leaves plenty of time to have conversations in my head. Not in the crazy way... in the pondering way...

Two random things I noticed today:

1. I love gardening. We have always lived in apartments, and I have kept mini spice gardens, but since we have moved in the house, I have been inspired to do it on a grand scale. The neighborhood we have moved to has such a strong community feeling, it has made me rethink many things I believe, and stand steadfast in the ones that endure, and it has made me become interested in new things. Jon and I are trying to make small changes, one day at a time. We try to buy all our produce at Farmer's Markets, and recently we are buying our meat from a local farmer in butler. A few months ago we bought a half a cow...no matter how gross it sounds, the taste is amazing. And the produce...oh my goodness...it was like eating a peach for the first time. No more supermarket peaches that taste like dust...

This year is the trial year for seeing what kind of sun my yard has, and to see what plants grow best. I have a small garden now, and I cannot wait to next spring to transform the back quarter of my yard into an area where I can enrich my children's diets tenfold. And even more amazing...I feel a huge connection with the earth.... the earth, sun, and water... it feels so good.

I have 2 tomato plants...2 heirloom tomato plants (purple and gold), sweet basil, Serrano peppers, lemon basil, and lettuce leaf basil to make pesto.... I need cilantro....

2. My hands are starting to look older. My hands are still beautiful to me. Hands have always fascinated me...especially in those who create and are mothers. If I ever meet you, and you wonder if I am staring at your hands... you are probably right. The saying that the eyes are the window of the soul, is backwards to me... i think the hands are. I imagine what hands look like as they sew, paint, throw pottery, tattoo, and chefs slicing onions (my husband in particular).... I love how artists have a natural way of moving their hands... without the hands, there would be no art. And the more wrinkles, and scars, the better the creations...I have noticed that my hands no longer look brand new.... and as many people may be sad of this...I welcome it.