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It's Five Minute Friday! Writers internet-wide joining together to write for five minutes (no stopping, no editing!) on a prompt provided by the lovely Lisa-Jo --- for more details and to join in, click here! (If you've never followed through with that link before, please do it now. Her post today is important, whether you participate in FMF or not!)

For Valentine's Day, my Mum gave me a seed bombing kit. If you've never heard of such a thing, it's a simple enough concept: seeds for edible plants (or pretty flowers) are embedded into a ball of clay, then tossed into some forgotten corner that is in need of hope, optimally just before it rains. You could just sprinkle seeds in vacant lots, but making it into a hard ball allows you to chunk it further and get it over fences and such. 

It's a magnificent concept, and one that I've been dying to try since I first heard about it a few years ago. Growing something in a space that's otherwise unused feels like a return to the original Garden... taking an overlooked, fallen patch of Earth and filling it with redemptive joy - tiny seeds, buried, resurrected, and bringing new life to a dark place. (Or maybe that's just my irrepressible sense of Allegory and Poetry coming out...)

Today, of all days, our focus falls on flowers. Roses, mostly, but there will be others (calla lilies are my personal favorite...) Now, I love flowers as much as the next girl (if I have to choose between a delicious iced latte from Arsaga's pop-up stand or a bouquet of flowers at the Fayetteville Farmer's Market because I only have money for one, the flowers always win) but for seed bombs, I prefer the veggies. After all, a flower will bring momentary joy - but a plot of vegetables can nourish the body and the soul. And in that instance, the curve of a crisp lettuce leaf is far more graceful than the smoothest calla, and the bright, cheery red of a tomato is far more lovely than a dozen roses.

And right now, there's a "seed bomb" of sorts being thrown toward South Africa - a project that will change the lives of 400 people there, and will definitely touch others around the globe as bloggers (and readers) unite to love their neighbors and learn that when you give away love, you find when you're through that you have more than you started with. Please, please take a few minutes to click either here (for my version) or here (for a far more eloquent post by the one who started all of this :) and check out the hashtag #surprisedbymotherhood on Twitter for even more posts (there's kinda sorta maybe a little bit of a Valentine flash mob going on...)

No comment prompting this post - just a renewed plea. ^ Click. Go. Love.

Thank you!


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31 Days of Unraveling Designs

It's that time of year again... the 31 Days writing challenge starts today! Bloggers from all over will be writing every day of the month of October on the topic of their choosing. This will be my fourth year participating - the first year I did 7 for 31, and spent a month going through Jen Hatmaker's book 7. The second year I did 31 Days of Sustainable Dwelling, and wrote about local and fair trade living. Last year I was busy but still wanted to participate, so I went the easy route with 31 Days of Everyday Beautiful.

This year I'm diving into my greatest passion: knitting! I'll spend this month looking at past designs and talking about the inspiration behind them, so there will be plenty of regular life mixed in with the stitching - and there may be discount codes for the patterns that I write about. You'll just have to read and see!

Pattern index:

Pageturner Mitts
Hogwarts House Tie
Urban Artemis
Graffiti for Humanity
Love Out Loud
Strange Jacket


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A few years ago, I was introduced to the concept of replacing the traditional list of resolutions with a single word. It appealed to me - I am not a big list person, but I love language and words and meanings and etymology and metaphor and... ahem. Ennyhoo. I liked the idea.
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