Monday, October 10, 2011

In the City

I love this:
And this:
This city holds so much that is dear to me. I was on my bike headed to the Farmer's Market and saw the bird of prey in the lower lefthand corner of the photo, hanging out in downtown Minneapolis. Wildlife in the city gives me a feeling of hope --a good omen.

Staying with the salt of the earth, rock solid, sweetest ever friends felt just like home. I know I have family away from family.

I went back to visit with no plans and couldn't have planned it better.

One fantastic, always making life sweeter and the whole world a better place... friend suggested an all day craft project on Saturday--involving a leaf collecting walk, art supply shopping, stamp making and fabric stamping.... other fantastic friends joined us, there was take-out and music and silliness --it was fun, it was relaxing, it was an awesome time.
Sunday was just as nice. After breakfast with the clan at the usual spot, where I had "the usual," (always so tasty) I took up an invitation from inspiring, wonderful in so very many ways, urban homesteading friends... to join them at their place for some good old fashioned walnut cleaning.
The walnuts were beautiful and the people, superstars.

And after that, there was just sitting and knitting with such a dear sweet friend of mine, who is just so amazing. Talented, thoughtful, countless qualities of greatness --especially in friendship, there is so much goodness in her. We headed over to yet another rockin' urban homestead to watch the Packers with more ridiculously terrific friends who provided chili and love. I am so lucky to have all of these people in my life. I got it good.
Thank you, to all my friends. You mean the world to me.


  1. After inheriting two walnut trees and doing a batch by hand in a kiddy pool, I'm intrigued by this cement mixer concept... Just water and nuts or some sort of abrasive too?

  2. Just water and nuts! And it worked great! There was some sludge to strain and some hosing off--but I thought it was pretty nifty.

  3. We did shuck them first though...