This idea came from Nan of Letters from a Hill Farm, who got the idea from another blogger, and so on: Once again, this fun meme is great for the end of the year. Take the first line of each month's post over the past year and see what it tells you about your blogging year.
It's an interesting way (more interesting to me than to you, I suspect) of looking back to see where the blog has wandered from January to December. In the case of The Zees, there have been book reviews, memories about younger years, a little homesickness for New England, some spring decorating around the house, art by our own Auntie Bucksnort, explorations around New Mexico and research into its history, and a lot of raving about the wonders of adobe and our home-to-be in Las Cruces.
If you are a blogger, you might give this meme a try. I hope you'll let us know if you do so, via the comments below.
As the minutes pass, it feels to me like we are collectively pulling the [new] year...toward us. From Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert.
I once took an undergraduate class in logic from a Catholic priest.
When I was first married, my brilliant new husband teased me about making what he called Heatherstone curtains--referring to my family’s home on Heatherstone Drive and my mother’s love of decorating (and re-decorating).
You know you’re in [eastern] New Mexico when:
...It's 72 degrees outside and the weather channel tells you that it's fixin' to blizzard in a couple of hours. And it does.
I thought I'd share a couple more pieces of art done by our own Auntie Bucksnort, since she isn't likely to show you any (challenge, Auntie!) over on her blog.
A word about the fibers that I use: This is as good a time as any to admit that I am no longer the fiber snob I started out to be.
Herbert Eugene Bolton, an authority on Spanish American history, had this to say about Pecos:
[Pecos] was the gateway for Pueblo Indians when they went buffalo hunting on the Plains; a two-way pass for barter and war between Pueblos and Plains tribes; a portal through the mountains for Spanish explorers, traders, and buffalo hunters; for the St. Louis caravan traders with Santa Fe; for pioneer Anglo American settlers; for Spanish and Saxon Indian fighters; for Civil War armies; and for a transcontinental railroad passing through the Southwest.
[Caption on a photo of cars buried in snow]: Spring in New England--those are my cars, and this is why I still keep an ice scraper in the car year round
The good news today is that you get a big laugh--and an even bigger laugh if you've owned sheep and have tried to move them where you want them to go.
I was out early the other morning admiring this sliver of moon next to Venus.
Walking into an adobe is like walking into welcoming arms
[On a video of an “extraordinary musical instrument”]:Update, 12/5/09: A musical friend pointed out the improbability of this "instrument," and, sure enough, he was right.