Jaunt

Welcome to a midday jaunt to Palmer Lake a week or two ago, the sky ultra clear, sharpening the edges of our vision. We wandered a bit, spying one of the best street names ever, walked around the namesake lake, sipped iced lattes at the Speed Trap, and had a rather nice bit of lunch. Our sweet Juni B. was a near secret diner (such fine table manners she has!) at The Stube, an adorable and delightfully delicious stop.

This morning’s sky stands in stark contrast – smoke filled from a host of blazes and completely obscuring Pike’s Peak. Heart broken at the devastation. Saying prayers for western rain and eastern calm. My beloved country is falling apart…

Appreciating the efforts of the labor movement by showing my own work – I made soap! Clockwise, starting at the top left – chai pumpkin (with actual tea and pumpkin puree), ginger calendula, goat milk & oatmeal (which the hubster suggested I call goatmeal, but I worried it would sound a little Sweeny Todd-ish), juniper forest, minty-mint, and avocado (with avocado puree). What an education I’m receiving, and part of the reason I am getting schooled! Soap making is one part dreaming, two parts science. So, as one would imagine, the dreamer in me is having to hold back on my “What if I…” questions a little while I figure out the nitty-gritty of the rest.

For instance, the color of the soap. I honestly have no idea what each batch will be. Take the avocado – my blend of oils was quite yellow with a very green avocado puree, and it turns out that beautiful creamy color. It also has an avocado shaped spot in the center where the soap turned to jelly while it was saponifying.

Saponifying! Where you mix room temperature water and lye to get a 180 degree chemical reaction (then cool), to which you add oil and whatever else strikes your fancy (well, almost), which gets crotch pot cooking hot, yet again, before turning into soap. It’s science! It is also crazy caustic in the nascent stages, so I wear an actual lab coat and safety goggles and gloves, oh, and garden clogs to keep the tootsies safe, too. The hubster loves my costume. Science is cute! Who knew?

And the results? Toot-tooting my own horn here, pretty damn snazzy! Of the seven I’ve made, only one batch turned out less than stellar, a lemon coconut milk, because I didn’t know (and the recipe didn’t specify) that milks need to be frozen because they are super-heated by the lye and can burn. Like I said, I’m getting schooled.

Fragrances fade or don’t come out at all as expected. The juniper forest (a nod to our sweet girl) was supposed be reminiscent of a forest hike but smells like something else entirely. I don’t know what, exactly, but I like it. Fresh! Colors are unpredictable and also fade. Texture can be tricky, too. Next time I make mint, I will puree the leaves, so that everything is super fine. No clumpy clumps of mint to drop in the sink. But goll-ee it smells delish (yeah Grandma, that’s a nod to you), and they all feel lovely from head to toe. So far so good! Closest friends and relations, get ready for the gift of soap.

And my other bit of schooling? I got a job! Who knew it was even possible after the hundreds of rejections I’ve received over the years. I caption calls for the deaf and hearing impaired. We call ourselves professional eavesdroppers and basically repeat, word for word, everything that the person (or machine) says to the hearing impaired into voice recognition software. It pops out on a nice little screen in the homes of countless thousands. It is super challenging and equally satisfying. Without our service, our clients would be drastically cut off from the outside world. I just need to sharpen my speed talking skills. Wowie, do people, myself included, talk nineteen to the dozen.

Reluctant

One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am – a reluctant enthusiast….a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.

Edward Abbey

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Kissing

Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.

Thich Nhat Hanh

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For a a very long time, and for no reason good enough to fathom, I didn’t like red-hot pokers. I’d see them on our Portland ambles and regard them with disdain. Silly me, because, as I have obviously come to know, they are pretty fabulous. Hummingbirds and bees love them, too! Since the garden is in its nascent stage, I only have four of them in blossom at the moment, which, truth be told, looks kind of sad. On their own, however, smiling for the camera, they are right gorgeous. This one is T A L L, too, nearly as tall as I am! Insert snickers about my height here, but that’s darned impressive for a flower.

This is a volunteer something or other. I’ll let you know if it produces anything edible!

Testament to our Portland-esque weather as of late – there are scads of mushrooms all around the town, these being the finest specimens.

The lily pond at our local park is also in fine form. So many blossoms!

Practically perfect Palisade peach pie. Homemade! For my Portland peeps, the Palisade peach has the same gravitas as a Hermiston Melon. So, you know, deeelicious.

We rise at the same hour of the day, witnessing the changing of the season, darker and darker we go. What a sweet reward to ascend the wee hills of Palmer Park to witness the splendor of morning. How I love the light!

This past weekend, we spent a busy Saturday up north, enjoying brunch with my parents, games and treats with my Grandpa, and an adorable Wonder Woman birthday party for my cousin’s sixth birthday. I brought my camera, of course, but bumps along the road turned it on and drained my battery. I had this perfect frame, my sweet cousin giddy at the sight of a cascade of bubbles, but could not take the shot. I was heart sick – a wonderful moment and nothing to show for it. After I fretted for a bit about it, I realized it was a gift. Rather than dashing around the party, trying to get the perfect shot, I sat happily in one place, still-like and very present. I heard all the whoops and hollers; crunches of chips and bites of cake; the splash of water; and voices – of children, parents, family, and friends. How lucky I was not to have missed it.

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