eighty-seven

This is actually from day 86. Today's a 12 hour work day, it's not easy to get pictures on Sundays!

We had a living room slumber party, and turned off the lights for Earth Hour.

eighty-six

making pizza dough

eighty-five

Easter egg hunt

eighty-four

hiking the hill again. It was only twenty-something degrees this morning and there was frost/light snow on the top of the hill. I took what I thought would be a cool picture of a small waterfall covered in icicles, but it didn't come out. I like this one though, I love the evergreens against all the brown.

eighty-three

We hiked up and around the back part of our hill, past the pond at the top and into where we had never been. The warm temperatures a week ago fooled me into early spring. Everything is still so brown. I can't wait for the green to start appearing!

eighty-two

Just before the cat knocked over the cup of tea onto the fabric

making new spring curtains. I got this fabric a while ago at the thrift store for under 2 dollars. I had enough to make valences for 5 windows!

eighty-one

Day turns into two turns into a week. I've been lazy with posting. I'll try and get back to every day again this week.

eighty

On our morning hike, Colin found this itty bitty flower poking through.

seventy-nine

New tire swing. I have lots and lots of pictures from this day, of them playing. But there's something I really love about this one. It's far from the best one, but it just really grabs me.

seventy-eight

Stuff. Lots and lots of stuff. We cleaned and put shelves up in our basement. About half of this got shipped out of our lives, thank goodness.

seventy-seven

St. Patricks Day - The Husbands band, Boots N Shorts - that lady dancing, she's funny. You can always find her dancing at local music. She always dances the same way too (no matter the band or the song), round in circles, arms shaking, eyes closed, smile on her face. This night, two skinny, young girls handing out info on some alcohol or another were giving her sideways glances and smirking. I understand why. But this lady. Those young girls have nothing on her. The open joy this woman exudes, she's something special.

seventy-six

I know, this was also posted on moonlit hill. Forgive me, it's what I have. Staking the new garden area.

seventy-five

This is why I was trying to post everyday. Because a day turns into 2 and 3 and before you know it it's a week and I'm way behind. :/


It doesn't look great, but  it was. My attempt at cooking at work, oh the joys of working evenings.

seventy-four

Spring!
Just a few steps down from our house - winter and snow - melting, washing away!

seventy-three

mixed berry wine, primary fermenter

seventy-two

kitty got her surgery Friday, and spent a good portion of the next day resting like this

seventy-one

seventy

We bought these flowers almost two weeks ago, they're holding up so well. I can't wait until flowers are in season and at the market here. I've been craving them so much.

sixty-nine

So, because we're saving our pennies - I haven't been going anywhere on lunch. No gas wasted. No temptations to buy anything. I've been walking the outer University hour. I've been walking an hour in the am at home, again at work on lunch and the hallways at work at night when it's slow. I'm getting in about 3 hours a day, and I feel it. Thankfully the weather has been beautiful - making the idea of walking on lunch seem more fun than browsing a thrift store.

There are soooo many cool things I want to take pictures of. Rock gardens, cool trees, maple taps, little intricatley designed little gates leading to secret gardens. All sorts of neat stuff. But I feel wierd and creepy taking pictures of other peoples things. Even though I'm dying to get some snapshots for inspirations for my own house. It's a really cool, old, ecletic neighborhood. So full of character.

Anyway, instead of any of that cool stuff you get me, walking. With a dress and boots (boots are made for walking, heels - not so much!)

In the mornings, I walk with no mp3 player. I like to take in the outside sounds. I find the city too noisy for me, so I listen to NPR while I walk

sixty-eight

blue skies, smilin' at me. nothing but blue skies, do i see

sixty-seven

I've been walking for an hour every morning and every day I find something new.

sixty-six

On some work days it's hard to get a picture. I work 10-12 hour days and on my 12 hour days I'm the only one at the office. I don't/can't leave. This is the window in my office. Yeah, it has bars. At least they're cute bars! And really, working till late I don't mind them there. This was around 6pm. Still light out! Spring, how I missed thee!

sixty-five

sixty-four

 

Colin, the artist. 

sixty-three

 

Can never seem to capture those colors quite right. 

sixty-two

Evans night to cook

sixty-one

bookstores, to me, are like a mothers arms. They are where I go when my nerves need soothing and my soul needs healing.

And this book store is one of my favorites. It takes up a full city block, and has a full stone basement with all sorts of little rooms and tons of records. I felt strange taking pictures in public. I need to get over that. This is a perfect bookstore. A coffee shop, chairs EVERYWHERE, stacks and piles of books all over the place.

It is one of the most comfortable places I can imagine being.

sixty

What? You're going to try and tell me everyone doesn't keep a half gallon of delcious, creamy ice cream in the freezer at work to snack on instead of doing their review? Psssh.

What? This might have something to do with the reason I can't lose this darn baby (ok 6 year old) weight?
Pssh.

fifty-nine

homemade bread, farmers market butter, local eggs made with local milk. Now that's how you start a day!