Palo Verde trees line the street in my neighborhood.
In Arizona’s version of the Cherry Blossom explosion in Washington, DC, palo verde trees make a spectacular display along roadways, neighborhoods, and desert trails each spring. In my quest for joy one recent morning, I had only to go for a walk around my neighborhood. The golden glow was a boost to my spirit and after my morning cup of tea and contemplations, here’s what I learned:
Stand Proud
Arizona designated the palo verde as its State tree in 1954. At the time, the legislature did not distinguish between the different species of palo verde, but some sources claim the blue palo verde to be the official tree.
Bloom Where You Are Planted
LIfe in the desert is tough. Palo verde trees have evolved to survive in this harsh environment. They derive their name from the Spanish “geen stick” because they have green bark. This unique adaptation allows them to continue photosynthesis even when they shed their leaves after the rainy season to conserve water during extensive dry spells. They produce vibrant yellow flowers in clusters, followed by bean-like seed pods.
Provide Support
Palo verde trees often serve as nurse plants for young saguaro cacti, providing shade and protection. Saguaros can live to be over 100 years old and will eventually outlive their nurse, but they have a better chance of surviving with this support during their early years.
Beautiful individuals, Powerful together
I held a tiny blossom in my hand. It was perfectly formed and uniquely designed for it’s role in the life of the tree. Amazing in it’s own right. But joining with the thousands of blossoms on one tree, then millions of blossoms on the trees along the street, and then a desert full of palo verde blossoms, they form a breathtaking, beautiful, powerful impact.
Threads of Thought
Where are you finding joy these days? Seek it out, then tell about it. Together, we make a powerful impact.
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Last month I published a post “Deb Speaks Out: Finding a way to live our lives as honest, respectful, loving people in the midst of chaos. I concluded the post by saying we can’t live without joy. We have to find it.
Consider this post #1 in a series of “Finding Joy.” This was truly a joyful find. When searching for an old sheet to use to try out a new pattern, I found a set of embroidered pillowcases my mother-in-law had made decades ago. I’d never used them, but now I thought it was a shame that they’d been hidden for so long. I wanted to celebrate the beautiful work and the woman who made them. I remembered hearing about someone who turned vintage linens into clothing. Could this work with my pattern?
Preparation
Before I cut the pillowcases apart, I drafted my pattern, the Joan Woven Top by Style Arc, onto tissue paper. I was excited to see there was just enough fabric in the pillow cases to construct this simple top. I noticed, however, one of the cases had yellowed. Doing a google search I discovered several ways to try to brighten vintage linens. I soaked the yellowed case in a weak solution of cool water and Oxy Clean, did a gentle hand scrubbing, and rinsed thoroughly. Then I put the case out on a towel in the Arizona sun for several hours. I repeated this process twice and was amazed at the final result. The two cases were now the same color. Using a rotary cutter, I cut off the edges and top of the pillowcases, leaving the lace edging intact, carefully pinned my pattern pieces, and cut.
Sewing and Adaptations
The Joan Woven Top is a simple, boxy top that features a deep-v neckline, dropped shoulders, and arm and hemline bands. The center front seam makes the v-neck facing go on easily, but it’s important to be precise. There is a YouTube video to lead you through this step if needed. To adapt this pattern to the pillowcase fabric, I needed to make a center back seam instead of cutting one back piece on the fold. I didn’t have quite enough fabric for the neck facing, so I substituted a piece of an old sheet in the same weight and color as the pillowcases. By leaving the lace edging on the pillowcases, I didn’t need to add the hem bands. This made the top a bit longer, but no hemming needed!
The Result
Ta daa! I’m happy with my new summer top! It was a great way to practice this new pattern, it didn’t cost me anything (other than the cost of the pattern that I’m already planning to use again), and best of all, it gave new life to the embroidery work my mother-in-law so lovingly made.
Who knew I’d find joy in my linen closet!
Threads of Thought
I can imagine this conversation when I wear my latest creation out to lunch :
“Say, are you wearing pillowcases?!”
“Why yes. Yes I am.” (hilarious!)
Find joy my friends!
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The 2025 Tucson Festival of Books 2025 is “in the books!” It was a beautiful weekend in Tucson drawing an estimated 130,000 visitors to the University of Arizona Campus for one of the largest book festivals in the nation. This was my third time at the festival, once as a visitor, and twice to showcase my books as part of the Indie Author’s Pavilion. Many of you, family, friends, people who follow me on fb, instagram, or my blog are curious about my experience. So, in a weird sort of way, I’ll be playing the part of the interviewer and the interviewee as I fill you in on some of the questions I’ve been asked.
How did you get to be one of the Indie authors presenting at the festival?
I submitted my self-published book (Until Italy: A Traveler’s Memoir) to the TFOB Indie Author’s Committee for review by the September 15 deadline. The guidelines state that to be considered the book had to have been published within the past 2 years. The book then went through a selection process and in December I received notice that my book had been accepted as one of the books to be featured in this year’s Indie Author’s Pavilion. I was thrilled to be given this opportunity to sign books and meet readers face to face!
What did you do to prepare for the event?
Because this was my second time to appear at the event, I was better prepared. I knew what to expect. Prior to the event, I posted regular updates on my social medial (fb, instagram) accounts. I ordered author’s copies of my books, bookmarks, and invested in a table runner with my author name and logo. The Indie tent is set up with tables and tablecloths, and allows for a small amount of display space. The table runner was a good idea because it packed well, helped my space stand out, didn’t blow down (like some larger table top displays do) and didn’t interfere with the authors on either side of me.
Were you successful? (This is a tricky question, but what most people want to know is did I sell any books?)
Yes! Enough to fund a European vacation? Well no, but enough to cover the cost of my registration fee and a nice dinner out. (or maybe lunch at the local sandwich shop, when you factor in cost of the promotional materials.) In all I sold 7 books at the festival and a few more online this week that might have been a result of the dozens of book marks I handed out with a QR code to my author’s page on the back. My books went home with a man from Italy (what will he think of Until Italy?), a couple that was heading to Italy in a few weeks, a fellow writer from my local writers forum, an author who knew me from facebook, an author who had written a book and was interested in self-publishing, and two retired teachers. But here’s the real payoff:
Writing, putting thoughts to paper, is a solitary act, but to be a writer you need a community. This means being there for writers, learning from those who have more experience, encouraging emerging writers, participating in critique groups and writing organizations, buying and reading books, attending workshops, and yes, celebrating reading and writing. At the Festival of Books, I truly experienced this. Friends and family came to cheer me on, and I met new people, fellow published authors, who had come from all over the country. We shared tips and celebrated each other’s successes.
Participating in TFOB gave me the opportunity to send my words out “gloriously traveling to all sorts of places” (SARK) and touching the hearts, minds and imaginations of other people….this, this is why I write. This is what success means to me.
What’s next?
Another book is in the works. I don’t want to give too much away, but it is centered around my experience with the 52-Hike challenge Ed and I completed last year. Lots of nature writing, adventure and introspection along the way. This work is taking me places I hadn’t expected, and I’m curious to see where I end up. I hope to have the rough draft completed by summer, then edits, more edits, more edits, into the hands of my editor and beta readers, cover design, formatting…there’s lots for an Indie author to do, but I have a great support team, and I love the creative process. Who knows? Maybe I’ll be back at Tucson Festival of Books someday! Watch this space!
Threads of Thought
Be part of the literary community! Celebrate reading and writing! Support local authors and local bookstores. Buy indie authors books and leave a review. Write your own stories or books. Be a part of the 2026 Tucson Festival of Books! http://www.tucsonfestivalofbooks.org
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I’m stepping out of my comfort zone and speaking out. Full disclosure: this is not a political post. I will not mention “sides”, we are all in this together. The decisions being made and the changes that are occurring affect us all. This post is about coping. Finding a way to live our lives as honest, respectful, loving people in the midst of chaos.
Last week hit me particularly hard. I’ve felt anxious, depressed, hopeless, and yes, hateful. It’s Monday morning and I’ve decided I’m not going to live my life this way. I cannot continue down this path. So I decided to do something.
Among other things, I’m a writer. I use my words to help me figure things out. I’m also a former teacher and as such, I made a list, or maybe just some Monday morning musings, and I’m sharing my thoughts with you.
Self-Care
I’m realizing we are in this for the long haul. This is a marathon, not a sprint, and I need to make sure I’m taking care of myself. I know the drill…exercise, sleep, drink water, nourish my body. Ok, this last one may be tough. I’m a stress-eater and carbs are my go-to. Friday my critique group came over and we had cookies. I ate two that morning, then nibbled on them the rest of the day. By evening there were only two left. I finished them off with a glass of wine. So, yeah. I gotta work on that.
Meditation/Journaling
I’ll admit, when I get busy this often gets placed on the back burner, but now, more than ever, I need to reestablish this morning routine. This practice helps me to sort out my feelings, center myself and puts me in the right frame of mind.
Spend time in nature
This morning I took my fruit and yogurt (see? healthy!) and had my breakfast outside. From my backyard I have a glimpse of The Catalina Mountains and they have a calming effect on me. They’ve weathered wildfires and monsoon storms. “You will survive this,” they seem to say. No mountains where you live? Go for a walk in the woods or around your neighborhood. In many places, the long, dark winter is being replaced by signs of spring. Nature is telling us to have hope.
Limit time on social media, news programs, newspapers
This is tricky for me. As a self-published author, social media is part of my marketing. But, I can try to limit my time and avoid going down the rabbit hole. Maybe I’ll give myself a time limit and avoid picking up my phone when I’m bored or have down time.
I want to limit my time, but I don’t want to avoid the news altogether. I tried that for a while, creating an artificial cocoon around myself. Now I think it’s important to be informed. It’s getting harder and harder to find reliable sources, but I’m going to try to find out as much as I can about an issue before I react. Once I have the facts, the truth to the best of my knowledge, I’m going to:
Take a Stand
This is still a democracy. My voice matters and there are many ways to be heard. Instead of ranting and raving and worrying, I plan to select issues that are important to me and set aside a block of time each week to call my representatives. We elected these people to be our voice in Washington. They need to know what their constituents are thinking and their votes should reflect this.
There may come times when I will be moved to join in and hit the streets. On Saturday, a group of people made signs and gathered at Saguaro National Park to support our national parks. (Saguaro National Park here in Tucson recently announced that their visitor cententers will be closed on Mondays.)
There are ways to take a stand. Together we can make a difference.
And finally…
Seek Joy
On a recent podcast, I heard this quote:
“We cannot be a joyless people. We cannot sustain ourselves. We will not last long.”
Some days, it’s going to be hard to find joy in the midst of this chaos, but we must. Yesterday as I entered one of the big box stores, I heard l hammering and children’s voices. Following the sound, I found dozens of children and parents making birdhouses. JOY. Later, Ed and I were having lunch at our favorite pizza place (still carb-loading, I know…). When I looked out the window, I saw a man walking with his young son. They were holding hands. JOY. This morning the bouquet of alstroemeria on my kitchen counter had burst into full bloom. JOY. It’s still out there. Find it.
Thanks for reading this longer that expected post. Take care, my friends.
Deb
Threads of Thought
This was a difficult post for me to write. My heart is racing and, at times, I was blinking back tears. Deep breaths. Click. Publish.
Now it’s time to start my week and put my plan into action. (and we’re out of cookies)
The news wasn’t good. The the world we live in seems to be in a constant state of crisis these days. Facts mingled with falsehoods make it difficult to discern the truth. For many months, I’ve had my head in the sand. When I finally emerged, I found the sand was shifting beneath my feet.
Besides that, I’d just returned from a trip to Chicago to visit my mother. My family is facing some challenging days ahead.
I needed to take a walk and clear my head, reset my mind, try to find something, anything positive to focus on. Cue the weather. It was a beautiful February day in Arizona. Cobalt-blue sky (No, the above photo is not filtered…that is the actual sky color as seen from my backyard) with temps in the mid 60s.
When life gives you lemons…
The box was empty. I was glad someone had taken all the lemons. This is citrus season in Arizona, and the neighborhood trees are heavy with fruit. If the harvest isn’t picked, it falls to the ground and is wasted.
I’d just reached the neighborhood playground when a young, tousle-haired boy (about kindergarten age) came running up to me.
“Want some lemonade?” he shoved a green plastic cup towards me.
“Oh, well…I didn’t bring any money with me, ” I said.
“That’s OK! You can have it for free!”
I followed the boy to the shelter house where four other children were gathered around a picnic table set with a pitcher and more of the green cups. One of them held a makeshift sign fashioned from a piece of salvaged cardboard. “LEMONADE $1.00” was scrawled in thick black marker.
An older boy poured me a glass and it was delicious! I asked if they’d made it themselves.
“Yes!” a girl said. “We saw this box of lemons and they were free and we decided to make lemonade and we squeezed the lemons and put in some sugar and water and now we are selling it!”
“We saw a lot of people taking a walk and we thought it was kinda hot outside and people would be thirsty and would want some lemonade!” The older boy said.
“I’ll tell you what. This lemonade is so good, I’m going to finish my walk, then I’ll stop by my house, get some money and be back.” I said.
A Lemonade Moment
I finished my walk with a smile on my face. Back home, I got $5 and returned to the lemonade stand. “One dollar for each of you,” I said. “Wow! Thanks!” The older boy grinned and put the money in a plastic bag that had a few other bills in it. As I was leaving, the little guy I’d first met was running up to a woman checking her mailbox. “I don’t have any money with me,” I thought I heard her say. I’ll bet she goes in and gets some. How could she resist?
So here’s what I’ve decided. I’m going to find one thing each day that makes me smile and warms my heart, a lemonade moment, to help me remember to take time to replenish my mental, emotional, and physical energy. I’m going to need it, maybe we all are, for the days ahead.
Threads of Thought
Have you had your “lemonade moment” today? Share it with us! Let’s start a lemonade moment movement!
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I’ll be signing books at the 2025 Tucson Festival of Books on March 15 from 1:30-4:30. Not local? No Worries! Find your copies here!
