I'm intentionally posting before my birthday, which is still a good two months away. I was joking when I said this blog was now just a once a year thing to share my birthday shoe tradition. But it seems to be the case. Almost.
I miss blogging.
I wish I could write about how we went home to rural Wisconsin this summer and a neighbor randomly brought a box of sweet corn and how that catapulted me into wanting to find and be involved with local community and all my thoughts on that.
I wish I could write about how we are finally busting up our grass in the front yard (as well as the cement walkway) to xeriscape and plant California natives instead of having a lawn. We're about half way through the process right now and it has been brutally hard work. But rewarding. Uh, hopefully.
And I wish I could write about our recent beach adventures.
Or about how I did an elimination diet for six weeks and discovered some extreme food sensitivies to dairy and gluten and how I'm struggling with that. Or about how I've been making my own deodorant and sunscreen and almond milk and coconut milk and how I made orange marmelade from oranges from our tree this year. Or about how I'm in the middle of making apple cider vinegar. Or about how I'm itching to reopen woodmouse and make wooden toys again.
But I just can't. Not yet. Life is simply too full to write about.
Be back someday. But probably not until I get a new pair of shoes.