Hello, all.
I do, contrary to popular opinion, exist. I just wanted to give a great big blog shout-out to you all. Thanks for letting me peer, ever so slightly, into your lives.
Now here's a little smidgen about me.
Today: not raining. Sweet! Rode my 74 Schwinn Le Tour to the Mt. Tabor Park, hopin to catch a glimpse of Mt. Hood from the top. Sat in a big field of dandelions, but the gnats were running their bodies into my face. Left. Went down the hill to sit with the Oregon Grape shrub, trying to get to know her better. Climbed up another hill, laid against a tree. Got up...DANG, I was all sticky with sap on my caboose! Rode home (stuck to the seat).
So, that is today, anyway. Why all the plant talk, you ask? Well, I just began a school of herbalism out here in the Great Northwest, and it is super cool. I was telling my mom that I foresee myself, one fine day, as having way too many cats to go along with my innumerable jars of "concoctions." She said, "My little Wiccan...do you have any eye of newt?" Then we both laughed. Mwa-ha-ha!
Oh, and that's me inside a tunnel out at the coast. I like this picture. It's like my stereotypical near-death-experience portrait, or my shamanic entry into the underworld. All around cool.
Katie
