Normally, catching a glimpse of a jack rabbit making its way through the field outside the office is a rare event. Luck and persistence coincide for a sliver of time and whoosh!: rabbit. Blink once and he's gone.



Friday there must have been 20 or so of them, lazing about in the hot summer grass.

They even obliged me for a picture or two.

Yesterday was a big day.

I have uncertain feelings about the processes of commercial food production, so I have said no to the bakery. Before they even said yes to me. But, you know, why let open questions linger.

Or something.

I am taking comfort in this:

It isn't normal to know what we want. It is a rare and difficult psychological achievement.

(Abraham Maslow)

-- cited in Alain de Botton's The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work. In which I am completely immersed right now. And feeling all sorts of soothed and epiphanic as a result.

*****

I need to scan the highlights from the first (test) roll of the blackbird, fly. It's getting dangerously close to dull around here.

manzanita beach. by sleepy sparrow

beach fun + knitwear = ungodly amounts of awesomeness
(Oh, and cool photography. That's part of it too.)

Wish I was there.

Ok, yes. So summer is here now. And the heat has come along too. (Perhaps I jinxed it.)
But the flowers are awake, at least. It smells like heaven outside.

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Spring has learned to linger into summer it seems. I wish the weekend was also such a quick study.

photo by theCarol

My blackbird, fly came in yesterday. I am all a-bubble about this.
And, Rick: thank you! It's perfect.

Dear Bicycle,

I know we have a lot of getting to know each other to do still. But I think, already, that I'm in love with you.

-e

I just dropped off my resume at a bakery.
I have no idea what will happen next.

The clouds sprinkled a bit during my walk home from work. Furthering my conviction that rain knows exactly when I need it.

This cardboard scratcher has been bed, toy, and best friend ever since we picked it up for her. I am thrilled she loves it so much. But also I feel a bit guilty it took us so long her one.

There is a bee hive nestled inside an old tree across the street. This is one of the many reasons we think we are lucky.

*****

Also, I have been thinking about this nearly non-stop.

I just wanna be ok, be ok, be ok,
I just wanna be ok today

*****

Well, maybe it's not quite that bad. But who couldn't use little yellow balls of happy?

For all our talk about adopting a slow, intentional lifestyle, Rick and I realize that we are leagues away from where we want to be. A meandering trip through the Delta is a good start, though, I think.

Now for the rest of it.

Increasingly I get the feeling my job may not last through the summer. But I am giddy and anticipatory about the prospect. Like I'm a mere pink slip away from freedom and lightness.

I wonder if I will continue to feel that way should my suspicions prove correct.

Thunder and lightening all through the night. And the clouds today were triumphal.

Maybe it is still spring?

At the top of last weekend's to-do list.