Hiking. Gardening. Yoga.

February 8, 2012

margery carlson nature preserve, la salle county, illinois


here we are into february and still we’ve had no real snowfall to speak of. it’s not that i’m complaining, actually, i’m grateful in many ways for the mild winter; anyone who heats with propane could appreciate that. luckily, we have a wood stove that helps to supplement the high cost of heating with propane.

i took this photo last week while hiking in the margery carlson nature preserve; it’s my across the road neighbor. i like how the little bit of green moss peaks out in the sea of brown leaves.

richard has started seeds for this years garden. it’s always exciting to be able to get to work on the garden. we saved a lot of seeds from last years garden so this is a bit of an experiment for me. i’ve never done much seed saving before, but i think it’s definitely the right direction to go. richard is a member of  seed savers exchange . it’s a great organization dedicated to saving and sharing heirloom seeds. we have started a few variety of pepper seeds and also some ‘mystery’ seeds richard found in the basement; it will be interesting to see what (if anything) sprouts up from those. i love a good mystery :).

i have tried a new yoga dvd featuring teacher jason crandell. i shouldn’t be surprised that he credits rodney yee as one of his influential teachers. i recently heard an interesting interview with william broad on npr’s fresh air about the science of yoga. broad mentions that there is a new movement in yoga that makes yoga more assessable and safe for all of us. he cites the iyengar method of yoga as  yoga that uses props and modifications to make yoga safer. i can appreciate this as someone who , at almost  age 50, wants to get the most benefit but with less risk of injury.

i’ll leave you with a link to a recent video i found on you tube:



Down in the Wash 5

May 11, 2009

henry county, indiana

henry county, indiana

both of my parents grew up during the great depression. i think it was harder for my fathers family; my mothers family owned their home and her father farmed and also worked in coal mines (southern illinois).

 i’m not quite sure of all of the details, but dad’s family lost everything and moved from storm lake, iowa to illinois and then  moved from farm to farm. i remember my mother saying that they (meaning my fathers family) had to move when the rent came due. i remeber one of my aunts telling me that they didn’t even have proper plates or cups and drank out of old tin cans. my father never told me any of these stories, he never had any complaints about his childhood. instead, my dad would tell me stories about how he used to play cowboys and indians on ‘prince’, a horse his family owned. he also used to tell me about how he and his brothers used to go hunting, mostly for rabbit and how his brother ‘doc’ used to be able to catch them with his bare hands.

i think it’s is from these early influnces (and also from later ones that i sought out myself) that i have chosen to live simply.