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Showing posts from July, 2010

views from the garden

Here is an insider's peak at our squash and corn bed (Bodhi planted a bunch of my popping corn from the farmers market, eager to be a gardener too and shockingly they are coming up). Some ripening, or soon to ripen toms... and a bowl of newly harvest onions...I'm thinking of portobello reuben sandwiches, with sautéed onions, sauerkraut, swiss cheese and lots of caraway seeds on gluten free bread (or maybe ditch the bun altogether).  Yum.  I love the inspiration of a summer garden.

Bodhi's first trip to the Renaissance Festival

Well Bodhi loved the chaos and helped to soften the blatant "sell, sell, sell" extravaganza. He particularly loved the stocks, a gorgeous fairy and an elephant walking down main street.

colors of summer

I can't really express the delight I feel when I spot these treasures in nature. Whenever I try, I babble insensibly. Without the grace of a poet, I stumble amidst the impossibility of words.  Syllables loll around in my mouth, dry and unworthy- profane. Such awe is indescribable and the only word nearing its evocation is gratitude.  I gasp.  I ooooooh and aaaaaah.  I stand with the reverence of a devotee, astounded and for a moment, brief thought it may be, the seer and seen merge and life simply is.  Then I snap a picture.  It really doesn't last long...sometimes only a fraction of a second, but I return again and again like a lover hungry and eager for more. Here is a taste: Note:  All photos taken on a hike at Meyers Ranch...if you live is a lovely four mile trek off S. Turkey Creek Road.  


Ever wonder how to get really creamy hummus?  I did, every time I made a thick, mealy bowlful.  Well leave it to chef Mojo to enlighten me....drum roll please... you take the skins off and voila'.

my mama

My mama came for a visit with no less than four, furry canines in tow.  Now, you really have to love someone to embrace a brood of barking, smelly, shedding, somewhat neurotic, albeit well behaved, dogs into your home.  So if there was ever a doubt, it should be put to rest.  We hiked. We ate. We laughed.  We cried.  And then we said farewell and now she winds her way homeward in a jeep with four tails.
These are photos of the same blossom taken from two different directions on a recent hike in the mountains above Golden.  A simple reminder of how much a shift in perspective affects how we see what we see.  I love these little treasures glimpsed on hikes or forays into that heaven on earth...NATURE.  I am always inspired by the details.  Details are my doorway into beauty.  Often, when I am confronted with the awesome splendor of life begetting life, I feel a sort of surreal detachment, an inability to commune.  And then I find a detail: a flower, a leaf, an eye popping color, a flash of feather or fur, a bird call, something small and immediate, something accessible.  Then the doorway opens and I tumble through the rabbit hole of beauty gasping in the face of one breathtaking moment after another. Breathless with gratitude.
My boy broke his left arm this weekend, while being drug across pavement behind our dog, on his face.  Now how's that for a shitty day?  I love this child with an abandon that keeps stretching my heart to new bounds.  I love him for so many reasons, selfless and selfish.  One of them is that Bodhi teaches me to love dive into life without making apologies.  Bodhi is not ashamed of his all-boy attitude. He gladly dons a pink tutu in public, wears black nail polish and makes a gun out of anything remotely resembling a weapon.  His favorite color is pink.  He loves watermelon, candy and meat.  He doesn't "get" why so many people are wearing clothes when it is obviously too hot.  He pees wherever he is and doesn't really comprehend the social propriety of toilets and hiding.  He talks in unnatural octaves about whatever is on his mind and experiences life fiercely.  He says "Hello" to everyone.  If you are old he says "You are old.  I like y
I ran across this grateful dead song and I fell in love with the lyrics.  I must confess that I am not a grateful dead follower, their music drones a bit for me (sacrilege in some circles) and I can honestly say that I have never really listened to the LYRICS of many songs.  When I read these I felt moved.  Cliche'?  Maybe but true none the less. In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal. Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see. When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me. I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung. Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see. When there were no strings to play, you played to me. In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood. Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old. When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me. In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed. When the secrets all are told, and the petals all
We spent fourth of july weekend camping in an old miners cabin above Nederland, complete with outhouse and gas lamps.  It was positively DREAMY! Shane enjoyed miles of mountain biking, Mojo and I enjoyed miles of hiking and Bodhi enjoyed hours with Baba.  A good time was had by all.  Here are a few photo ops:
It's official... Bodhi turned three and a half... I realize most adults scoff at half birthdays but when your birthday is on December 26th you kind of lose your gusto amidst the hubbub.  So we celebrate small and with style on the half (okay that was over a week ago).   Anyway, for his supper he chose popcorn, a green smoothie (with a little mama coaching) and homemade chocolate dipped macaroons (he picked these but didn't like the coconut however mama chowed at least 3 of them before the night was out). For a gift Bodhi got his brothers old skate board and a new helmet with knee pads, elbow pads and wrist guards.  We wasted no time and went immediately to the skate park. Later in the week we rode our bikes to a more traditional park where Bodhi played and found a lovely pile of dirt to explore... and then in an effort to clean off we climbed into a public fountain up the road... and when all was said and done I managed to Tom Sawyer him into washing my car.... Aahhhhhhhh the