8.26.2014


You'll pardon the shortness of this post, and the short break I'll be taking from blogging (just a couple of weeks, fear not), but we said farewell to our darling Indy, aka, Indiana Jones, aka, "We named the DOG Indiana." She bravely battled chronic lymphocytic leukemia for almost a year. She was first diagnosed last October, and through many ups and downs, she fought bravely, always with a wagging tail and an eagerness for ear scratches, belly rubs and to be loved, loved, loved. She was truly the best of us.

We've of course over-documented this Year of Indy through social media, and you're welcome to revisit her good days on Instagram. And I even had her "Tweeting" - I wasn't sure if I would keep the account once she passed on, but it became a weirdly wonderful way to share moments from her perspective, so I welcome you to visit Indy's Twitter

Please take this time to hold a loved one close. Express how much they mean to you. Take the time to be with them. The greatest lesson we learned from this whole experience is that time is the only precious commodity in the world. It can't be saved or stockpiled, it's constantly being spent, so spend it wisely on meaningful moments and loved ones.
 
 Jaunty Fine Print: Photo by Denise Sakaki

8.19.2014


Gather ye flowers, while ye may... I remember when we first bought our house and the yard was a huge canvas full of possibilities. I wanted to fill it with every possible plant, and there have been as many failures as there have successes in terms of my Green Thumb. It's taken many years, and I don't always baby the yard with the attention it needs, but I'm thankful so many plants have accepted my Neglectful Gardening method and continue to flourish from year to year.

8.12.2014


I'm falling in love with the Fine Art of Doing Nothing. I wouldn't call it being lazy -- you're still doing things like having backyard barbecues, sitting around with a cocktail in hand on a hot day, and just taking a moment to soak in the Nothingness. And it can be in your yard or someone else's, as we've been yard-hopping all summer at friends' houses.