thoughts during the new moon

sink bath, teddy, a million lives ago.

film, pure love.

1st birthday with andrew. maybe last?

teddy, a dream i had once

1. planted gathered yarrow seeds. and radishes. and greens. and tulip bulbs.

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2. walked to my nearest prairie slice of wilderness swamp and saw:

• musky, Our Favorite Muskrat. 
• a snowy egret. 
• a preying mantis becoming a mother.
• a patch of young yarrow taking over sidewalk grass.
• a cloud of gulf fritillary. i've tracked them down, apparently the caterpillars eat passion flower vines exclusively, which i've only so far seen at the local whole foods. they'll fly up farther north if these plants are available. it's like being in a butterfly garden, little chrysali everywhere, mating adults, caterpillars eating the passion flower to nothing, and butterflies drying their new wings. magic.

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i go camera-less most days. and not by choice. it's easier and harder all together. are links to google images un-cool? let the internet be mine eyes!

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weber creek, below my in-laws' home in p-ville. this picture does not capture the proportions of water to unique rock mass. i love the plant community here, at this elevation, in the canyon near the water.

le dame, le equinox.

goat herd, grandpa's goats rockie and rollie. a young niece of mine suggested they be named itchy and bitchy. good stuff.

my in laws came home in august. how little did they know of how much they would be seeing us. ;) (i must of spent at least 4 nights out of the last week sleeping in their guest quarters.) but seriously. i love these people. tami is throwing a impromptu party for teddy.

a motley clan of pure-blooded dweebs. like, the dweebiest kind. we can't help who we are, and i love us.

teddy, once upon a time. my autumn boy; life's biggest lesson. for his birthday i promised him a caramel apple from apple hill. that's it. it's okay though, because grandpa tom got him the electric train he's been asking for. softy.

nut. baby tree. wooden flower. fertilized.

we had so much fun tossing just-right cones. the best ones explode with pine nuts the way a beaten pinata lets go of sweets. digger pine---> grey pine---> foothill pine. that's better. the indigenous people said the trees would dance at night, and then when the sun came up they froze in the wild positions they were in. dancing wild trees.

buckeye. blackberry.

a little pervy, but cheers!

3.  this: http://www.cycleofthemooncleanse.com/beginnings/ totally loving the community.

working on conscious rhythms.

re-investigating the way we eat and the effects of the moon. 
(and cultural appropriation and being able to overcome my frighteningly powerful and legitimate sugar addiction and being more involved at teddy's school the way other moms are and wanting to feel okay with where i'm at......whew..is it really october?)

sending love and balance, cuz maybe we've all been a little outta whack.