Home grown.

Yeah baby!

Noola is showing tremendous restraint, refraining from playing with the yummy-looking pointy sticks and the green string with the lumpy thing attached. She’s even abstaining from attacking my chair cover — that irresistible, delicious sheepskin that usually drives her wild with desire with its sheepyness.

It looks like she might be plotting… Maybe she’s saving up her ferocious attack for when I leave the room.

And here he is now. Bigger body. Same peekaboo games.

Found via White Feather Farm.

Walking out of the village we watched children sliding down the good slope at the country club, and one teenager attempting to ride his snow board with little success. The trees stood out in monochrome, each one clearly showing its unique structure.

We turned around at the house with the “BEWARE OF DOG” signs (that always make me think of this) and hiked back up the steep hill, feeling virtuous and looking forward to hot tea.

Albuquerque Foreclosure Quilt

Each little hole in the fabric, each block of color represents a lost home, and all the grief and hopelessness that comes with it. I feel like I understand the housing crisis much better by looking at one of these quilts than I do by reading endless articles.

Detroit Foreclosure Quilt

You can see many more of her quilts and read an explanation of the project in Kathryn’s own words on her blog.

Right. Anywhere is good.