All of It

Motivation returned to me this week in many forms. It has been a gradual and gentle return, and one that I welcome with a grateful heart. I was inspired to finish more of my mini journals and get them listed in my ArtFire and my Zibbet shops. I still have more to get listed. I cooked some nice meals, started a new shawl for a holiday gift, worked on a commissioned doodle, hosted my monthly discussion group, PLAYed in my heART journal with a friend, attended an opening reception for the "Reflections" show at The Phoenix Rising Center and made some time and space to simply Be.

So far today I've made my heART journal entry for the day and will be doodling more as part of my plan to finish up the "peace" of art I'm currently working on, and possibly start another. As I type these words I'm brewing some nice nutritional herbal infusion that will be ready to begin sipping quite soon, and that will support and nourish me throughout the day.

It feels good, this. Whatever this is. And I am grateful for it. All of it.

Peace.

Rest, For Now

Here we are at the end of November. It's a bit hard for me to accept. The year has whizzed by so quickly and I've been struggling to keep up with … my Self. Know the feeling? Yet, as November drifts to December, my world begins to wind down, contract gracefully, expand within, and slow to a pace that nourishes me. Deeply. I look forward to the winter months.

I look forward this season of the soul despite the challenges I see awaiting me. Some are familiar challenges-in-progress, others are "new." Most are challenges that I manifest for myself, and others are born of the Collective. Know what I mean? I welcome them all, for without challenge life would be dull at best. Yet, I'm careful for what I "wish" into my existence.

I see my "new" year sprouting from familiar roots. I see my "new" year extending roots grown fresh, reaching ever outward and ever deeper into the verve of life. I see days of sunshine and shadow, nights of glimmer and dim mystery … and I see mySelf reaching for all of it.

Gently.

Gracefully.

For now.

Yet, I find mySelf resting on the floor of my Well and it is dry. Dry as dust. This is a familiar place. I've been here before. I know what to do. I know that it is time to gather the tools that support me in seeking the cool, refreshing waters of Life … and Love … and Peace. I know it is time for the sledgehammer and pick ax, the hard and heavy instruments that have sustained me in this dark, dry, dusty place in times past. But I've grown weary and feel too exhausted to handle them, to do the work that is necessary to mine the refreshment that is … mine. So, for now, I rest in the darkness of the heart and gather my strength.

For now.

Peace.

BlogBlast4Peace

I woke up early this morning. I brewed a short pot of organic, fair trade coffee. I planned my day, scheduling my many tasks, so that I might get done all I choose to get done in a single spiral of daylight.

As I brewed a second pot of java I was drawn to the outdoors. When I opened the back door I witnessed light reflecting on the deck that looked, at first glance, like chunks of snow. My left brain dismissed that perception as I stepped out into the darkness of the pre-dawn day.

The air was brisk, but not bitter. I looked up and there it was, the winter sky. My friend, the clear, sparkling winter sky. It danced its crisp, shimmering gambol above me as the winds did the same around me, all the while enticing the trees to sing their wisdom of Peace to all in earshot.

It was magical.

It was an infinite moment of Peace.


Join us today for BlogBlast4Peace. Blog a piece on peace or visit the many Peace Bloggers from around the globe and leave them some LoVe. Learn more at BlogBlast4Peace.

Peace.

Sweet and Spicy Tomato Jam

Today I harvested beans, broccoli, eggplant, jalapeno peppers, leeks, more (and it looks like the last of the) tomatoes. I also did some garden clean-up.

In addition to getting some tomatoes and eggplant dehydrating, I made a batch of a Sweet and Spicy Tomato Jam. Of all the tomato jams I've made this year, I think I'm happiest with this one and may make another batch with the remaining fruit.  I adapted a recipe I had jotted down from heavens' know where. In any event, here's how I did it:

Sweet and Spicy Tomato Jam

9 pounds of tomatoes of random ripeness, randomly chopped
3 onions
1.5 cups brown sugar
3 cups white cane sugar
2.5 sea salt
2 teaspoons cumin powder
1.5 teaspoons crushed coriander seed
.75 cup apple cider vinegar
Juice of 3 lemons

I combined everything in a heavy-bottom pot, brought it to the boil uncovered, then simmered it, uncovered, to a jam consistency, stirring often. This took over three hours, but it heated my little hut and smelled divine.

When ready I packed it into sterilized pint jars and processed for 15 minutes in hot-water bath.

This made not quite six pints, so we'll use the less-filled jar first … and I'll be adjusting this recipe so I can get a full seven pints.

That's what I made today. Peace.

Green Tomato Pie Filling

Today I made a fresh batch of kombucha, as I do most every week. I canned six quarts of green tomato "pie filling," along with a bonus enjoy-it-now pint. It tastes as good as it looks. Better, really! I made a variation on this recipe, and I'm delighted with the results. I see this as something much more than just pie filling! 

As I peeled and cored the apples, I nestled the "waste" into a hallf-gallon jar to which I added sugar water, 1/2-cup of sugar to each quart of water, topped it with muslin, and cozied it up in a quiet kitchen corner to begin its fermentation process. In several weeks I should have some nice homemade apple cider vinegar to bottle up and age. The Boy sorted and prepped beans for cooking, for blanching and for the dog. I thought about starting a fermented tomatillo salsa verde, but opted to make a soup for dinner, using up brines from enjoyed ferments. 

I still have tomatoes, tomatillos, peppers, beans, cabbage, turnip, beets and more garden abundance to contend with … all activities that distract me from consistent blogging, and I can Live with that.

That's what I made today. Peace. 

Joy d'œufs

I'm not sure if I ever mentioned that The Boy was building us a chicken coop. Well, he did, and this past weekend we visited some dear friends and came home with four hens. 

I love observing them as they wander around our little acre. I love gathering the eggs and creating meals and dishes with them. I love watching them meander back to the coop as dusk closes in and the light starts to fade. I love living simply, in as close a rhythm to Nature as I can muster.

With that, I have four pounds of beans waiting to be blanched for the deep freeze.

Peace.

Care and Cans

Today I made Caring Time for mySelf. I started the morning with a little catch-up art journaling in my Book of Days. I sipped Irish Breakfast tea and enjoyed some protein before heading out to Rooted in Wellness for a very therapeutic massage. While I was out-n-about I went on the hunt for a new, locally-owned art supply store only to discover that it's not yet opened. But I enjoyed a nice little-city walk-about in the bargain. I even fit in a nap when I got home.

Once revived I began transferring yesterday's canned goods off the dining table and down to the cellar pantry. I love that this batch combines fruit from my own gardens and from Dineberg's Farm. We have 40 quarts of tomato puree put up so far. My tomatoes are still lush and producing, so getting to my 52-quart minimum goal is in sight. I'll likely put up some whole and chopped tomatoes too.

The pickled three bean salad also found its way to the pantry shelves. I found a recipe online that I tried last week. It was a small batch, so I modified the recipe for size and shifted and added some ingredients. I'm pleased with how it turned out. Here's how I made it:

Pickled Three Bean Salad

5 cups green beans, cut to 1"-1.5", blanched 2 minutes
5 cups kidney beans, cooked and rinsed (I soak mine to ferment 2-3 days before cooking)
3 cups garbonzo beans, cooked and rinsed (also fermented)
2 cups pepper, chopped
1.5 cups onion, sliced
1.5 cups celery, chopped

3.75 cups water
2 cups apple cider vinegar
.75 cup lemon juice (fresh squeezed for me)
2.5 cups cane sugar

2.5 tablespoons mustard seed (I used black mustard)
2 teaspoons celery seed
1 teaspoon hot pepper flakes (I'm pretty sure I tossed in an extra teaspoon, one seemed lame)

.75 cup olive oil
2 teaspoons kosher salt (or sea)

I like this 2-day process because I can get it all prepared one day and can it the next.

Day one
Combine the water, vinegar, lemon juice and sugar in a pot and bring to a boil. Add the mustard, celery and hot pepper. Remove from heat and stir in the salt and oil. Add the beans, onion, celery and pepper. Let cool and keep in cold storage overnight.

Day two
Heat the mixture to the boil. Fill sterilized jars, leaving .5" headspace. Cap and process in a boiling water bath for:
15 minutes for pints
25 minutes for quarts

Makes 11 pints


So now, I'm off to the garden to harvest some collards to dry, or maybe kale. Not to mention more tomatoes. And zucchini. And beans. And … well, you get the idea. And later, I'll art a bit more in my BOD and possibly offer my left shoulder some loving ice as I relax into the evening.

Peace.

Join me for "heART journaling" at The Phoenix Rising Center

 

Today I make an announcement, one I'm quite excited about. This has been quite a while in the manifesting, so to speak, mostly because mamamuse has been challenging me every step of the way. But now, the door, long unlocked, has opened.

Beginning two weeks from today, on September 10, I will be offering an art journaling workshop called "heART Journaling" at The Phoenix Rising Center in Thomaston, Connecticut. ::squeel!:: This is an 8-week journey of holistic inquiry, self expression and … manifestation, explored through the simple practice of daily art journaling. You can get more details at the Center's site or on our Facebook Event Page.

I've been consciously journaling on a regular basis since 1994, mostly words, but even in my early days drawings and doodles would find their way into my recorded expressions. I can't remember when it was, but it wasn't too long ago, maybe 3 years, that I began keeping art journals. What they were then and what they are now are … quite different … and yet, not. I've always drawn and kept sketchbooks, but the experience of art journaling as an intentional practice has awakened sleeping parts of me, and has guided me to altogether "new" territory … and my heart is glad for that. Thus the name, "heART journaling."

As a being who responds to visuals, keeping such a record of questions, observations, witnessings, experiences, etc., has made the process of review so simple that I am able to more easily see the patterns in my life, my dreams, my desires … my path, and I find myself living with greater awareness, gratitude and grace … and making conscious choices that nurture the best parts of me and my world. 

heART journaling is Good Medicine.

This may sound a little crazy to you, yet I can say that, in my experience, a little crazy rOcKs!

So if you're in the Thomaston area, I hope you'll consider joining us, beginning September 10, at The Phoenix Rising Center for this heARTful workshop. I have a sense it will be an intriguing journey for all! So check out the links and, of course, if you have any questions, feel free to post them here. 

Peace.

Puree, Kabees and Journals

This past week I've been mostly busy with garden harvests. I canned more tomato puree and will have more to do, since the plants are still producing nicely and loaded with fruit. This morning I went to the Watertown Farmers' Market in search for cucumbers. Alas, I found none suitable for half sours. My plants really struggled this year and didn't produce much. Such is life. Nonetheless, I came home with some lovely little zephyr squash and gorgeous beets.

When I got home I harvested some turnip and commenced making kabees, a new favored way to preserve and enjoy turnips. I made a two quart batch sans beets a couple weeks ago and have already polished off a half a quart. I know they'll continue to get even better with time, but to me, they were delicious in just one day! They're beautiful with the beets, though, don't you think?

I've also started listing some of the new mini journals I've been working on. You can find them at my ArtFire and my Zibbet shops. There's more of them to come too - keep an eye out!

So, yeah … that's what I've been up to lately. You?

Peace.

Good Eats

Today, with the help of a good friend and accomplice, I got a gallon of eggplant pickles prepared for preservation and a four quarts of yellow squash fermenting.

The eggplant is so simple and should be ready to start eating in the next couple/few weeks. We just cut the eggplant in 1/4-inch slices, put a few sprigs of fresh spearmint in the bottom of the jar and began layering a couple of inches eggplant with some garlic and rough-chopped jalapeno peppers and a tablespoon of sea salt. There was no measuring, really, except for the salt. We layered until the jar was filled, topped it with three more sprigs of mint, filled the jar with living apple cider vinegar, used a small jar to push the vegetables below the liquid and capped it. It's already smelling amazing.

I've never tried this method before, but when I saw this video I knew I had to try it. There's no heat processing, and the eggplant should remain safe and good for … years, it seems. I'll see. Though I have a feeling they won't last that long - meaning they'll be eaten! I'll keep you posted.

Then, along with a garden frittata for supper, I roasted these baby eggplants that I got from Dineberg's Farm. I minced some (well, a lot) of garlic, salted it and blended in a couple tablespoons of olive oil, a splash of one of my herbal-infused vinegars, some freshly crushed dried oregano, celery seed, cayenne powder and let that sit while I prepared the eggplants. I gave each eggplant two slits from stem to blossom end, creating four sections still attached to the stem, and stuffed-n-drizzled the garlic mixture into the center of the four quarters. They were arranged in a dutch oven, covered and placed on my grill, set to a moderate heat (about 350F) for 10 minutes. Then I turned them, replaced the lid, and let them roast another 5 minutes or so.

These were so freakin' good. The Boy ate a few and … I ate the rest. Yep. All of them. They were that good.

Yep. That's what I made today. Good eats.

Peace.

Fermented Summer Squash, Dig it

Today I started a gallon batch of summer squash fermenting on the kitchen counter. Dig it.

I had four squash, on the larger side. I cut them, trimmed out the seedy bits, cut them into bite sized pieces, tossed them into a gallon gar with some pepper corns, mustard seed, celery seed (none of it measured) and covered them with a 3.6% brine (2 tablespoons sea salt to 1 quart of water). I had lined the bottom of the jar and then covered the top with horseradish leaves to add the tannins that support crispiness and that hold the squash bits submerged under the brine. I weigh it down with a jar filled with water and then cover it with a cotton dish cloth, just to keep un-wantables out. Dig it.

This batch should be ready for cold storage in 3 to 5 days, depending on the weather. And for munching too. Dig it.

These should come out akin to "half-sours," not too salty, ya know? And with the pickling spice flavors. You can make a stronger brine if you like them a bit saltier (3T sea salt to 1 quart water = 5.4% brine). Who knows, I may add some honey to them when I pack them in the smaller jars. We'll see. I'll keep ya posted.

Dig it.

Peace.

Sabbatikos

I honor "threes." I pay attention to patterns of three. When the third person asked what was going on with my blog because I'd not posted in so long, I thought I'd better pause to share where I Am.

April and May felt hectic to me. I felt pressure and rattling stress. I felt frazzled, tired and worn out. I sat with those feelings until I sunk to their roots. My roots. There, I looked up and saw that trimming was in order.

I cancelled planned travel and a few other activities, as well as tabled other projects I had ready for scheduling. I stayed tuned-in to those roots and continued gazing into my world, and began pruning life-foliage, my visible life. Know what I mean? And I've been witnessing and trimming ever since, recreating my upper world in a way that my roots can support.

It's true that this removes me from some aspects of life that I realize as valuable. It's not (necessarily) easy, simple or enjoyable. Yet, I acknowledge that even a life made manifest in the most intentional of ways can grow beyond what can be healthfully supported, no matter how charmed or blessed it may be. So even charms and blessings must be clipped, like this space I share with you here, among others, until the roots are tended, nourished and can carry the new-growth-to-come.

And it will.

That is all.

For now.

::wink::

Peace.

Food for our Heart Flames

Oh, how busy our lives can get. Am I right? I've been busy on many fronts these past … several days. The gardens are set now for the "growing" season and I only have succession seeding and harvests to which to tend. Only.

I've been busy, too, with creating … and recreating. My art has transformed these past few months into a form of rich and valuable exploration. I have to thank Effy Wild for playing such a key role in this transformation. My artwork has always been "good" Medicine for me, an avenue to self expression that has served and benefited me since childhood. Yet, something has shifted during my stint in Effy's Premium Book of Days program, a program of art journaling.

One BoD exercise involved exploring my Gifts. What are they? How do they make manifest in my life? How do I share them with the world? And if I'm unable to share them, they're not Gifts, are they?

So I started by giving mySelf a Gift. A Gift of delayed obligatory travel. This resulted in 6+ days that I was able to refocus and recommit to me, to my world, and what I truly value within it. It has been a gift that has revealed Obvious Secrets to me, the kinds of Secrets that are known in the mind, but not integrated into the whole and holy. Know what I mean?

These Obvious Secrets are assimilating now, integrating with my being, with my place in the world.

As I sat with my Gifts, I regarded all the things "on my plate," all those things on my ToDo lists, and I saw those tasks with fresh eyes, with vision more clear than I can recall. I look forward to more clarity.

One of the tasks on my June ToDo list jumped out as a Gift, even with the challenge of disjoints that it  offers to my core values. For, indeed, it is a "Good" work, offered from a place of compassion, a place that feeds my Heart Flame.

That Gift is "Create for the Kids," a fundraising event for St Jude Children's Research Hospital. The event is this Saturday, and folks from all over will be offering hours of creative expression, in any form, with intention for the children of St. Jude. I am committing 10 hours to creating and I invite you sponsor these efforts by making a donation of compassion, anytime this week, to "Create for the Kids."

It will, in turn, feed your Heart Flame.

When you make your donation, in any amount, $1, $10, $100, for every bit helps, return here and leave a comment to let me know. You'll be entered in a drawing to win an item of your choice from my ArtFire shop. The winner will be selected on Monday, June 25th.

"In helping others, we shall help ourselves, for whatever good we give out completes the circle and comes back to us."
~ Flora Edwards

Peace.

Rhubarb Preserves

Today I made my way into the gardens. I planted more. I harvested more. Some of my harvest was more rhubarb, and I made some rhubarb preserves. I added organic, dried rosehips and orange peel and am pretty happy with how it came out.

And I have a surprise for you. I actually measured and noted what I did, so here's as close to a recipe I can offer:

Rhubarb Preserves 

16 c rhubarb, chopped
1/2 c dried rose hips
1/4 c dried orange peel
4 c cane sugar

Combine in a pan and bring to boil. Simmer until soft. Pack into half-pint/pint jars. Seal. Process in a hot water bath for 15 minutes. Let cool. Check the seal. And, enjoy, of course!

I also managed my final preparations for the lecture I'm offering at tomorrow's Connecticut HerbFest Country Fair. I'll be there all day tomorrow, so if you're in the area, stop by, introduce yourself (even if we know each other, it'll be fun!)  and join the merriment of HerbFest!

Sunday I plan to plant a little more and relax with some arting, getting back to my Book of Days and other artful projects I've got going. So … I'll see you then!

Peace.

30 of 29 Faces and More

Today I got another 18 tomato plants in the earth, 18 cucumber plants too. I still have more tomatoes and tomatillos and peppers to get to, and more basil and parsley too. And onions and leeks. And still some seeds.

I did more preparation for the lecture I'm offering at this Saturday's HerbFest Country Fair, harvested a boatload of rhubarb and did some grocery shopping.

I inventoried my 29 Faces and realized I missed posting the little face at the top of this post, a tiny entry in a multi-day spread. The green-eye flower girl and the three (possibly unfinished) sisters from these past couple of days catch me up and actually surpass the 29 Faces in May commitment by one.

These faces filled up my Book of Days, titled, "Connections." So today I finished the cover for my next Book of Days art journal, and it pretty much continues the theme, only … different. Sorta.

The Boy has the next few days off, and we're sure to get a lot done, what with the magic of synergy and all. Saturday I'll be at Holcomb Farm in Granby, Connecticut celebrating and enjoying the HerbFest Country Fair. I sure to see some of you there! 

That's what I made today.

Peace.

Flowers, Butterfly and Face #25

Today, among a host of other garden tasks, I caught up on yesterday's intention of harvesting the sage flowers and giving my sage bush a nice May trim.

While I was photographing the basket of sage blossoms I spotted this lovely swallowtail butterfly fluttering and feeding. Like an angel, it is.

And I did get a batch of infused sage flower vinegar started. But take a look at that chive flower vinegar I started yesterday. How 'bout that color? Gorgeous, isn't it?

And I managed a quick sketch in my Book of Days to get another face created for 29 Faces in May. Four more to go!

That's what I made today. You?

Peace.

Chive Flower Vinegar and Face #24

Today I did something I haven't done for years. I can't remember the last time I used white distilled vinegar, other than for cleaning and weed maintenance, that is. I don't think I've used white vinegar for any culinary use in something like 20 years. But today I harvested the chive flowers, remembered the beautiful pink, fragrant and flavorful vinegar that I used to make in my first 10 years of organic gardening and thought, "What the heck." 

Infused vinegars are simple to make. Just fill a jar with a delicious or nutritious botanical, cover it with vinegar (I usually use apple cider), cap it, and let it macerate for several weeks, then strain, bottle, label and enjoy.

As I made the infusion I recalled friends, loved ones, old and new, and found myself organically offering love and gratitude to the process. I have some clear bottles in the ready, and they're sure to make a nice gift or two. I think I'll do the same with the sage flowers I'm about to harvest. Sage flower vinegar rocks a meat marinade or homemade barbecue sauce.

I made face number 24 for 29 Faces in May. She's in my BoD journal, offering the observation of the annual incessant whine of a neighbor's pool filter.

That's what I made today.

Peace.

Face Number 23

Today HerbFest was on my mind and in my heart, so I added an update on the Connecticut Herb Association blog, did some networking about the event, created some biz cards, and labels for my lecture take-away. I'll be continuing this theme tomorrow.

I made time and art in my Book of Days and created yet another Face for 29 Faces in May. I worked on other artful projects too.

Dinner is prepped, so now I think I'll head to the gardens before dinnertime creeps in and see about getting more plants into the earth, where they will be happy … and I will too.

Peace.

Face Number 22

Today I puttered in the gardens in between and with the raindrops. There's something magical about harvesting dinner bits in a light spring rain, with thunder and lightening happening somewhere in the backdrop. I finished some new mini journals, started others and played in my Book of Days and filled a page with another face for 29 Faces in May. I'm still listening to hear what she's saying. Can you hear?

That's what I made today.

Peace.

Face Number 21

I invested my morning in arting … creating this face in my BoD along with some other artful projects. I'll be adding journal aspects to this image and possibly other embellishments and adjustments, but for now she satisfies my commitment to 29 Faces in May.

Now … the sun is shining and it's garden time. Later!

Peace.

Another 2-fer, Faces 19 & 20

Today's entry in my Book of Days also fulfilled an additional two faces for 29 Faces in May. I am leveraging many aspects of life these days, mindfully multitasking and bending time respectfully. In addition to garden tasks, I made some herbal balms, began altering a book and prepping pages for a new Book of Days, as well as working on other journal pages and on a canvas. And the day's not even half over.

That's what I made today.

Peace.

A Mother Daughter Doodle - Faces 17 & 18

This little image was started on Mother's Day … a vague representation of my mom and me … gazing at each other … wondering who that odd and beautiful stranger could be … really be …

I'm sure we both do it. I know I do. In any event, I filled in the background today and thought I'd snag two faces in one for 29 Faces.

I also planted more broccoli and onions, tidied one of the flower gardens. More in the gardens tomorrow too! That's what I made today.

Peace.

Faces Catch Up 10 - 16

I've been traveling these past several days. I've missed my gardens, my greenhouse, my art materials, my little hut … my dog and my spouse too. But I had journals with me, and pens, so I was able to keep up with 29 Faces in May.

Today I re-ground and re-center, rest and restore, and in doing so make my way back, fully, to the space I call home. That's what I made today.

Peace.

29 Faces, 8 & 9

Today I planned and plotted. I picked up the Mother's Day Herb Garden Containers from Dineberg's Farm. I made a little art - including today's diablo face for 29 Faces … did some cooking, hemmed some pants, ate dinner and posted this blog.

It was all busier than it sounds, but just as pleasant. That's what I made today.

Peace.

A Commitment to Process - 29 Faces #7

Today I prepped a number of pages in a few art journals. I like to do that so I can express an image or some words at a moment's notice. I can be impatient like that, so … I plan ahead. Besides, I groove on building backgrounds, it's such an active meditation.

I prepped more garden today too, and planted about 60 baby onion plants, Bianca Di Maggio, an Italian heirloom. Tomorrow, if the weather cooperates (and maybe even if it doesn't) I'll get in another 60 or so of Yellow of Parma, another Italian heirloom. Both will be next winter's onions. I have another flat going of both as well. Onions and garlic, can you ever grow too many?

I started another sketch for my 29 Faces challenge, again to practice drawing with paint. I will choose to be a bit braver with this one, and take it further … to add and correct light and shadow, and more. Enjoy the image now, because you may never see it again. That's what's awesome about such exercises - I'm committed to the process, where lessons are gleaned, and not to the outcome.

That's what living is.

That's what I made today.

Peace.

29 Faces #6

Today I made my face for the 29 Faces challenge in my BoD journal, along with Effy Wild's live stream. She provided inspiration to add to my prepared background, as well the face, and now I'll add words to go along with the image. Maybe. The image may say it all today.

Other than that, I played a wee bit in the gardens and got some of my tomatoes transplanted to larger containers.

All in all, it was a pretty laid back kind of day.

Peace.

29 Faces #5

The sun has just popped out and I've got to get outdoors. So I'm posting today's 29 Faces image and heading out to the gardens. This image was such fun to create. I'm a notorious doodler and for years have worked exclusively with pen. This past winter has really awakened a love of paint and all the ways it can be used, applied, worked. So this exercise involved using paint and brush to create the image, from start to finish, atop a mixed media surface. I had never done that before, drawn with paint. It was refreshing. I learned. And I will be doing it again.

That's what I made today.

Peace.

29 Faces #4

Today I made a half gallon batch of yogurt. I bottled the weekly kombucha and started a fresh batch. I planted some brassicas in the garden. I grabbed my pens to make a quick entry in my Book of Days. I just drew the goofy face I saw peeking through the prepared background and, as serendipity would have it, the odd image suited the day's entry and satisfied my 29 Faces challenge too.

That's what I made today.

Peace.