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Name: Mary
Birthday: 12/5/1990
Gender: Female
Interests: natural building, self reliance, permaculture.
writing, thinking, planning, drawing, listing.
rain, thunder, lightning, clouds.
mountains, trees, rocks, clay, caves.
learning, linguistics, psychology, autodidactism.
Butterflies, skippers, moths, mother-o'-pearl, iridescent green beetles.
Expertise: Playing the trombone, teaching myself, writing things that I feel very strongly about, watching the wind blow through the trees, spinning wool, et cetera.
Occupation: Paper Carrier, Volunteer at Li
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
1/10/2005
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| Well, I'm moving the blog to another site. It's time for a fresh start, and a prettier layout with no advertisements and with customizable "widgets".
See you at http://teancrumpets.wordpress.com
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| Rebecca knows a lot of words now. She has this thing she likes to do these days: she grabs the hand of me, Emma, or Mommy, and says, "up, up!" after the person grudgingly gets up, she says, "Walk, walk," and starts dragging whoever it is around the house over and over again. Every time she sees something she knows the word for, she points at it, and says the word. "ball," "hop-hop" (bunny), "ock" (sock), "ook" (book), "wawo" (water), "mau" (kitty), "nay" (horsey) , and "inkle" (star) are a few of the words she knows. And if she wants to know the word for something, she points at it and has us say it for her. She can also say "off" when she wants her shoes off, and "eit" if she wants them tied, "rawr" and "vrrrmm", and of course "more" and "mine". She is very cute and is learning very fast.
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| - Mary moved the Tea and Crumpets website from www.geocities.com/tea_and_crumpets_zine to teaandcrumpets.110mb.com. It has no advertisements! Feel free to look around, but it is still under construction.
- Mary can now say, "Me, too" in 5 languages:
- Yo tambien.
- 我也[insert verb here]。
- 私も
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| 5. Because Superman and Captain Planet both get their energy from the sun.
4. Because solar panels and wind turbines look really cool and futuristic.
3. Because environmentalists will get mad at you if you don't.
2. Because it costs less (I don't know if this is true yet, but it will be, with all the innovative people working on it. And if you can just buy yourself some solar panels and/or a wind turbine and get all your electricity from that, you won't have to pay monthly/yearly gas fees or whatnot.).
1. Because it imitates nature, God's creation, the most beautiful thing in the world, by imitating nature's system of using everything and wasting nothing.
"Human subtlety will never devise an
invention more beautiful, more simple or more direct than does Nature,
because in her inventions, nothing is lacking and nothing is
superfluous."
-Leonardo da Vinci
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| I still like the idea of living out in a cabin or tent in the backwoods for some amount of time.
And I still like the idea of growing a permaculture garden, of growing my own vegetables and such.
And being frugal and self-sufficient, but without overdoing it.
But I don't want to live out on a homestead so much anymore. I wouldn't mind living in a city like this one, with resources like libraries and a university close by, and having neighbors and living close to friends.
I definitely still like the idea of homeschooling my own children, and right now I can picture us working in the garden together...
Oh boy, it feels like spring!
It's almost 60 degrees out here.
Before we know it, the trees will have leaves again, the plants will start growing again, the rains and thunderstorms will come again with their beautiful displays of sight, sound, and smell! And feel, with the slosh of the water in the gutter of the street around your feet, and the squish of the mud between your toes, and the splash of the garden hose on your arm.
The warm, earthy, clay-ey smell of the damp soil as you dig and plant, and the feel of its warmth in your hands.
The green! The green of the grass as it springs up again, lush and tall. The green of the leaves on the trees, leaves of all shapes, trees of all shapes, and sizes, cottonwoods' shiny, rustling leaves, branches spread out to shade, especially the gigantic cottonwood in the park. He'll be green again. Oaks' leaves, familiar, and plenty, and -- green.
Bulbs are already springing up from their long sleep. Yellow daffodils, and red, red, tulips, and lavender irises, and then more flowers: pink peonies, and roses of all colors and shapes, and orange poppies, and violet flowers that grow as a groundcover in the front yard. And flowers on the trees, like the red bud, and the catalpa, and the crabapple.
And mushrooms that smell like bread and earth.
And we can run around in the park, and see the creek, and all the little frogs and fish, and hear the birds chirping loudly and confidently. And see the birds, flying freely through the clear blue sky, clear and blue now, most of the time, but sometimes dark, with majestic clouds, sometimes with a dark, dark sky on one side, and on the other, a beautiful rainbow.
And the Konza! All green again! With native wildflowers, blooming yellow and blue and purple and dark pink. With the grasshoppers leaping about through the lush new grass, and the butterflies, yellow and white and pale blue. And the lizards, basking on the flint and limestone rocks, getting sun's warmth like they haven't in months.
And the snails, coming out from their hiding places after the rain, moving slowly across the sidewalk, needing to be rescued from the traffic of running feet, and leaving their shiny trails on the concrete.
The bigness and the blueness of the sky, the whiteness and wispyness of the cirrus clouds, the darkness and majestic build of the towering storm clouds, the loudness and brightness of the lightning across the sky, the gentle, and sometimes not so gentle, pattering and hammering of the rain and hail. And the clearness of the night sky after a nice summer day, and the glory of the stars in the heavens. And the moon, when it is full, what beauty, and what light!
Spring, spring, spring.
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