It has been a bit of time since I did the heavy lifting of exporting photos I took on my phone to my computer, which then allows me to upload them onto the blog. There may be a better way to accomplish this task than the way I'm doing it, but, alas, I don't know about that other way. So here we are. Things on the farm have been good. Last week I got on an airplane and flew to NYC for a wedding of a dear old friend but will save those particular photos for another day. All the photos below come from the last few weeks and are not chronological.
We'll start with the basketball. W., who worked on the farm last year and came back, at some point asked me if I wanted to go to the beach and play basketball. Anyone who has known me in the last 15 years could be quite confident in thinking that I wouldn't want to play basketball...but that I might like going to the beach. And that thinking would be generally sound. But here I'm really trying to get out of some of my more rutted comfort zones. Initially I didn't actually plan on playing because, well, I'm not any good and I get easily embarrassed when others see me fail. But somehow sitting on the side while a bunch of other folks - none Michael Jordan caliber players - just wasn't going to work. So while I don't think anyone on my team said at the end 'that cc, she sure plays a mean b-ball,' I do think my participating was the better option. And! Miracle of miracles, even though I sucked and got out of breath and was still wearing muck boots and had to keep pulling my pants up, I actually enjoyed the experience. Comfort zone, you be busted.