Happy Earth Day

I try to be Green. I do, but it's hit and miss. I still have a "but I need the convenience" excuse. I want to use cloth diapers, but I just can't face it. I want to compost, but I think the smell of fermenting matter would make me gag. I try to buy organic local food to avoid the environmental impact of pesticides as well as the fossil fuel necessary to transport my produce from California or Latin America. I can't give up bananas or pineapple.

Today on Earth Day I'm more cognizant of my successes and failures. So here's what I've done right today:

Take Ellie and Matt to Pottery Barn Kids, where they gave out flower seeds and provided an earth day coloring activity

Put energy saver light bulbs in the basement

Watch a Project Runway episode where the designers construct clothing out of recycled products (Stop shaking your head. It counts.)

Used my reusable bags at the grocery store rather than bagging my food in plastic

Recycled three aluminum cans

I was giving myself a pat on the back, until I looked at a sour cream carton and casually threw it in the garbage can rather than take it out to the recycling bin. I was tired of cleaning up the kitchen and, for an instant, decided I didn't have the energy to walk all the way out to the garage. Then, feeling a pang of guilt, I remembered the other snubs I've given the earth today.

The seed packet is still in the car. Will I actually plant it with Ellie and start her on a path to earth-saving? Who knows. My front yard loudly proclaims my gardening failures.

Remember my decision to use reusable bags at the grocery store? After proudly loading the bags in my cart, I surreptitiously grabbed a half dozen of the plastic variety and stuffed them in one of the bags. Those little plastics are invaluable for wrapping diapers that shouldn't be left exposed in the can until garbage day. Yesterday as I changed my third stinker of the day, I found I was out of plastic bags. No way around it, I need that plastic. With a sigh, I realized that my proud display of reusable bags at the checkout was pure vanity. On Earth Day, I wanted my fellow shoppers and my cashier to think I was Green.

Our mailbox was full of the usual junk catalogs and other toss-away envelopes. Sometimes I toss them in the recycling bin in the garage. Today I threw them in the trash, right along with the sour cream container.

Sorry earth. Like I said, I'm hit and miss. So here's a vow to recycle the sour cream container next time. Maybe I'll get those seeds planted. Meanwhile, I can at least enjoy my energy saver bulbs.

Here are a few pictures from Easter. We tried very hard to get a good family Easter picture; this is the closest we came. Ellie loved twirling in her fancy pink dress. We decorated eggs with the extended Jensens on Saturday night, had a quick Easter egg hunt with Ellie Sunday morning, had a bigger Easter egg hunt with Lesans in the afternoon (Grandma, Uncle Marc and Aunt Sarah make amazing Easter bunnies), and had a wonderful dinner with the extended Lesan family. Beyond the fun of the egg hunts and twirly dresses, we were most grateful to be able to reflect at church and all day on the life of our Savior, His Atonement, and His Resurrection. What a wonderful opportunity!

If you don't like it, you don't get it

Saturday was our first lawn-mowing of the season. Somehow in the past two weeks our winter stubble has grown to something of a green savanna. So off I went in the riding mower, a task I find quite fun - sort of like riding the bumper cars at the amusement park.
I started mowing the lawn a few years ago. I know that most people, Rob included, make nice straight lines with the mower, and the grass has a lovely uniform pattern when completed. I prefer a more avant-garde approach. Rather than moving back and forth in straight rows, I make circles around the perimeter and then move inward. Have you ever seen the Spiral Jetty in the Great Salt Lake? Very similar technique. I like texture in my lawn. I don't cut each swath the same length. I miss a few spots here and there for effect. I leave the grass around the close edges of the house and the swingset long. We don't have a bag on our mower. Rob and I prefer that the cut grass fall in random patterns. It's an organic look, enriching our lawn while adding additional texture to the overall scene.

My neighbors shake their heads and smile, thinking I just don't know how to mow a lawn. Not so. It's a consious choice. It's art. Here in the suburbs of the midwest, everyone mows their lawn the same way. That's fine, but it's sort of like a museum full of watercolor landscapes. They are beautiful, but after awhile you long for a Rothko Square, or the rhythm of Jackson Pollack, or a Calder sculpture. And that is the gift I give my neighbors all summer long. Contemporary. Abstract. Dare I say? Edgy.

Now the day is over

As if it's Christmas or Easter or a birthday, my family and I have been closing emails and phone calls this week with, "Happy Conference!" Hey, we're quirky. But what a wonderful General Conference it has been! Tonight I have that peaceful feeling that always comes after the Sunday afternoon session. A big sigh that we have to wait six months for Conference to come again, and a big smile trying to store up and savor all the good moments of Saturday and Sunday.

We watched the morning sessions (well, noon for those of us in the Eastern time zone) at our house, and managed to get both kids asleep so that we could actually give the speakers our full attention. For the afternoons, we went to Jensens to watch with Amber and Andrew (Keith and Nan are out of town, alas). Also, Nana has a bigger playroom on a different floor than our preferred Conference-watching space, so it works out well for Ellie. She can explore the basement toys and we can enjoy the session! Today we also had the twinners, Jacob and Claire, so it was quite a party in Nana's playroom (requiring some intervention by the adults upstairs every so often).

Now we are home, and I'm feeling grateful for all that we learned this weekend, and all that we'll continue to learn as we re-read or re-watch the addresses. I don't have much more to report in this post, just that I am grateful, grateful, grateful for General Conference.

Happy Conference!

PS: The picture? Ellie said, "Mom, I take notes. We watch the satellite? And Conference?"

I think it qualifies as a need

Do you read On My Perch? Because you should. It's fun.

Here I am again, throwing my hat into the ring for a giveaway and crossing my fingers. (I don't have a hat, or a circus ring. What kind of cliche is this?) I get three entries if I post a link on my blog rather than just leaving a comment on the site. The danger, of course, is that now all of you can enter and then I'll have more competition.

Lime Ricki swimwear. I haven't bought a new swimsuit in years. Wait. My current swimsuit is a hand me down from Lizzie (not that I don't love it, Bess). But check these out!

Rob says I need to cut myself off from sites that showcase cute things that are obviously not in our budget. But I think even he would agree that winning a giveaway is totally within the budget for a new swimsuit (said budget being $0).

Here's hoping...