Although
I should have been taking advantage of the cool, rainy weather to get
the garden weeded, I
played hookie on Friday. I've discovered that
when I get an idea for a written or visual project, I should drop
everything and explore while I'm enthusiastic, letting those creative
juices flow while they're in motion. This freedom to create is
the best part of homesteading.
The truth is that I'd
been wanting to work up some sketchbooks from my year abroad into a
story for common consumption, but my memory is so fuzzy that I couldn't
visualize life a decade ago well enough to write about it.
Maggie's memory is considerably better, and she wrote interesting
tidbits in her journal that complement my copious scientific notes very
well. We churned out a
joint post last night about our first day in Costa Rica, and I'm excited to keep
collaborating on the project.
As usual when I get
obsessed with a non-homesteading topic, I'll stop posting about it over
here after this entry. So, if you're interested in reading about
my decade-old journey (and the natural history of Costa Rica), be sure
to subscribe to the RSS feed over on Clinch Trails. Maybe this will make
up for the continued summer vacation of the lunchtime series.