So pretty and yummy!

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So excited! So healing to get my hands back in the rich, dark earth and plant pretty baby plants again! Sam got this excellent picture of me watering with sunlight.

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Right after he went ninjawacky with the mallet. Mwahahaha!

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Watch out neighborhood!

Many grateful hugs to the garden elves for breaking sod for me and creating such a lovely garden for us.

More pics here.

(view from living room into dining room)

It’s a lovely old place in one of the yummiest parts of Wallingford, just three or four blocks up from Gasworks Park in a friendly neighborhood. Can’t wait to put my new garden in(yep, breaking sod again!). And I’m just drooling over the thought of cooking in the humongous kitchen and my kiddo(son Sam, age 11, expert comic artistninja) is jazzed about the great big, climbable curly willow in the yard!

There are two possible rooms available to rent. A huge top level, light-filled room with gorgeous views for $675($800 for couples) and a small, sweet, main floor room with built in loft bed for $550. Oh, and the landlord, Lee, is also renting a sweet little daylight basement two bedroom(in the same house) for $850. Lee is not into having pets live here, though I did talk him into the cat I promised Sam as a move in delight. Electric and internet are not included. House is not wheelchair-accessible(there are stairs).

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I’m looking for honest, friendly, responsible(rent and bills on time), artistic, clean, creative, playful, happy, communicative, open-minded, sane, earth-conscious people that want to be part of a magnificient artistic household as well living their own private lives. ‘Cuz I love to be social and have family style meals betimes and awesome art feasts with friendsies, but I also dig my solo time too and I’m not big on drugs or drunkeness or TV-which is not to say I don’t enjoy a good pint of Guinness or a glass of port or a snuggly movie night on occasion. I love food and cooking and gardening, painting, dancing, music, meditating, chi gong, sculpting, bodypainting… I’m all about art and the art of living a well balanced, beneficent, delicious life. Sam lives with me half the week(alternating sat-wed and sun-wed). Oh, and I’m 39.

Available Aug 1st.

Soooooooooooooo excited to move in!

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More garden gladness here.

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Yay spring!

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A pretty walk in the Arboretum this afternoon. More pics of this and the prickle-butt-sticking here.

I knew I liked her for a good reason.

Time to harvest the ‘maters:

…and make salsa:

Holy Jalapenos, Batman! Yum.

I can’t have the dastardly buggers digging up my babies, so Sam and Sophie(who happened to be in town delivering her paintings for our show) set off on a top secret KPBS mission.

In order to lull suspicions, we lazed about at the beach amidst the loverly daisies.

But once we got home, we got down to serious bizness and set about protecting the garden,

with a heavy duty array of Kitty Prickle Butt Sticks. More pics here.

Pee, if you dare, cats!

Finally, the Clearwater parking lot is no longer buried under a giant mound of earth. As I was exhaustedly hefting the last few barrows of dirt, a small girl in a pretty white pinafore came up and hollered at me, face all squinched up to project the loudest condemnation possible: ‘You’re the meanest person in the whole world!’

She no happy at the loss of the mountain they’d been playing on all year. I told her that was pretty rough considering I was the one who brought them all that joyous dirt in the first place.

Perhaps the wisdom of this sunk in(or more likely, her attention span is no larger than she is), because she was soon happily questioning me about the plants I’m going to plant.

Matt the bus driver unwittingly saved my battered self esteem by strolling by not long after and comparing me to Milarepa. Not to mention offering to sweep the parking lot the next day, ‘cuz I’d already ‘done the work of twelve men’.

Ah, appreciation. Does wonders for the weary.

Now if the little heathens would just stay off the nice, freshly fluffed soil ’til I get a chance to plant it…

Fat chance.

Sam and I made this mandala of stones to celebrate earth day tonight in the beautiful little rock and glass sculpture park that graces our humble ‘burb.

Then we ate lots of yummy desserts.

And threw some tasty bits in the blackberry brambles behind the park, as an offering to Momma Earth. I’m sure the rats and squirrels will be happy to serve as her priestly mouthpieces and accept the sacred morsels of baklava, macaroon and lemon bar.

Thank you, Earth. I love you so, your strong roots and beautiful rocks, your swift streams and luscious waterfalls, for your soft green moss and rich dark soil. For sand and clay and snow to play with, to frolic in, to sculpt. For plants and gardens, fruit trees and wild beasts. My eternal gratitude for sustaining and nourishing us foolish humans, even as we proliferate and perpetrate past all sense or justice or even sanity.

Thank you for being there every time I fall, exhausted, heart-broken, depleted and lost, into your leafy lap and every time I leap, excited and coursing with energy and life, bouncing with joy, dancing and sparkling with creativity, renewal and purpose.

May I serve you as you have me. May these hands, this heart, mind, body and soul nurture, protect, encourage, delight, celebrate and sustain you.

So mote it be.