Milk enough to go around

For me the best part of rearing three children was breastfeeding them. After the positive pregnancy test I decide to experience procreation fully--breastfeeding, staying home to raise them, reading picture books over and over, listening to 85 versus of favorite songs repeated 85 times from the back seat of the car--you get what I mean. The total immersion belief: if you are going to eat corn on the cob why not experience it from seed to composting?

Can you see this magnet? It's a repro of a Picasso. Lovely. Hold on, this is going somewhere.

Recently Selma Hayek has received flak because while visiting Africa she breastfed a starving, emaciated infant. Evidentally she was motivated by the plight of the infant and by the fact that she had left her nursing daughter at home and her breasts were engorged. Two problems solved: hungry infant and engorged (not unpainful) breasts. So what is the big deal? Why the out cry? Concerned people write and talk about the plight of Africa and want to send billions of aid money and troops to straighten out the situation and then criticize a woman for helping one infant (and his mother who was probably stressed from not being able to feed her son), one soul, in the way that she was uniquely, in the moment, able to do so.

By the way people, nursing moms in the US cross-breastfeed (have I made up a new word?) all the time. I did. My husband's aunt breastfed her nephew. A friend did. And many more.

Get real.

Door

If eyes are the portal to one's soul, house doors must be the gateway to a life. The house connected to this door is for sale. The owners are ready to downsize. Their things have been sorted,reduced in volume. Decisions made as to what is important, what things define them.

It was a happy process. One not done from financial pressure but instead from a realization that it is time to evolve, move on to another stage of life. Find another door to be their gateway.

Every year about this time after enduring a winter which I think will never end I am pleasantly surprised to find that it (winter) is ending. Having seen daffodils near the library, I went to investigate what is happening at the children's garden--the only completed part of the city hort park. (Truth be told, are gardens ever really completed? Mine never are.)

This paver is embedded into a circular path leading up to the fish pond and small water fall. The water fall is working--such a pleasant gurgle on a blue sky day!

Grooming

High desert climate here. Although it is cold I feel the dryness more in the winter when my sinuses ache from lack of moisture and my skin wrasps when I touch it. My massage therapists knows to slather on the oil when she begins to smooth out the accumulated aches in my bod.

On account of all this, it is a delight to take the dog to be groomed. We leave in darkness early in the morning and drive to a little town just north of here where Donna has her grooming shop. Donna has inherited and been gifted a jungle array of plants which thrive in the humidity (lots of hot moisture in the air from baths) and sunshine (south facing store front windows). (This photo only shows a fraction of the number of plants.)When I walk through her doorway I am enveloped in moisture and try to stay as long as I can.

Coming soon

Hang tight this blog will rise.

You don't know me

You don't know me, without you have read a blog by the name of serendipping.com but that ain't no matter. That blog was made by Seren and she told the truth mainly. (a curtsy to Mr Twain)
When last we met over at serendipping.com Seren was, well, I don't remember so let's just begin all over again.
These fellas here are waiting for their coffee craving owner. I love the cluelessness of dogs, the way they watch everything going on in the world. Don't worry, the weather was mild on the day I captured this and they appear well cared for.