Documenting my daily hands-on education in how to live a healthy, thoughtful, slow, connected, fulfilling, empowered, and delicious life in downtown Albuquerque, New Mexico.
I am a 24 year old doula, holistic health counselor, web designer, photographer, property manager, and aspiring herbalist and urban farmer.
Topics
Holistic Health and NutritionHerbalism & Home Remedies
Food Recipes
Homesteading
BeekeepingBirthi love
• Spontaneous Overflow• Browns Downtown Bees
• Mother Nature Gardens
• Sunstone Farm
• For the Love of Bees
• ABQ Old School
• Holy Scrap Hot Springs
• Jaunty Dame
Albuquerque is so amazing in that THIS is only a 30 minute drive away… I am still getting used to snowy outdoor activities, and it is so exciting to have a whole new world opened up in the winter that didn’t really exist in Las Cruces.
My first time snowshoeing and my first time hiking on top of the Sandias included a mountaintop hot chocolate break at the half-way point, as well as walking the last half of the way back in the dark with a headlamp (which revealed that I am a big scaredy cat).
Me and my friend Iain playing cowboy in Old Town Albuquerque.
An attic story: after.
I’ve been playing “this old house” for the past month.
An attic story: construction.
Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta, marking just over my first year living in Albuquerque.
Fresh salsa made out of Sean and Mimi’s tomatoes. The best salsa or chile sauce is the kind you could just straight up drink. Mmmmmmmm….
After the squash bugs decimated our pumpkins, zucchini, and cucumbers, they moved on to our watermelons. It has been a sad summer for anything in the squash family.
After trying in vain to fight them off by hand for several weeks we finally gave up. Silvia and I spent nearly an hour every day ruthlessly squishing as many bugs, eggs and creepy spider-looking babies as we could find, and they still seemed to multiply while we weren’t looking.
So now that it appears our watermelons are also doomed and we have given up the hand-to-hand combat, we are attempting one last weapon in the war against the squash bugs: fencing the chickens in with the watermelons and letting them eat as many bugs as they can get. The watermelons are being stomped and pecked to death, but they were going to die anyway. At least this way we are hopefully ridding the world of a few more squash bugs and the little bastards are getting what they deserve.
Watching fireworks over downtown Albuquerque from my attic window.
BLT made with the most amazingly delicious New Mexico farmer’s market bacon of my life. And eggs from our laying ladies, of course.
