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the immortality of make believe

Two years ago my daughters wrote a letter to a potential fairy and left it out on the deck. She wrote back. Her name is Lavender Fawn. The girls stitched up beds from fabric scraps and fashioned sofas from soft leaves, they set out itty portions of banana and pea sized bowls of jewels. Those who've been reading here a while might remember my discomfort with Santa etc because I couldn't shake the discomfort of lying to my kids. So how did we get here? Where I wake at 6am to craft tiny notes from a tiny fairy who cares for fawns in western Montana in the spring and lives in Nicaragua during our winter and took a sabbatical to help the moon fairy with the tides last summer? Continue reading →
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Artful Homestead at Windrush Farm

I've been home for over a week now and my suitcase remains packed, including bits of California grass, Pacific scented sand, exotic leaves and seashell shards my daughters carefully collected and studied. We'll get to it. The first ever Artful Homestead took place on Windrush Farm in Chileno Valley on May 28. When my best friend first asked me to be a part of something with her there, I spent a lot of time imagining what that might look like. It's fun to day dream about Windrush Farm, about collaborating with my old friend, about pushing myself into something new. Paige's mother in law owns the farm and Paige has hosted many photography workshops there. Her husband, Arann Harris, is a musician and leads Continue reading →
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Switch turned on. Or off, which ever.

Ah May! You've zipped right by. I caught you by the tail just as you were walking out the door. Full of company, rain, baby chicks, green grass, soccer games, raging creeks. The arrival of hummingbirds, dandelions, ticks, tank tops, salad at every dinner. No offense, I am ready for June. The end of school, the beginning of the dog days. Continue reading →
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nuggets: moonshadow

frustrated that I had to fire my web designer and start over, I am so pleased that my garden is off to a great start, I ought to read more books. Lately, when I wake in the middle of the night I have a song in my head. Every single night around 2am I wake up with lyrics on repeat. I started writing them down last week: Beyoncé's Halo, Taylor Swift's Shake It Off, Pearl Jam's Daughter, Ben Harper's With My Own Two Hands. On the full moon night: Cat Steven's Moonshadow. And if I were to do a mashup and make my own soundtrack perhaps it'd go something like this: Hit me like a ray of sun Burning through my darkest night She holds the hand that holds her down She will rise above I can make peace on earth With my own two hands It's like I got this music in my body and it's gonna be alright Yes, I'm bein' followed by a moon shadow Moon shadow Moon shadow One of the things on my mind on this morning Continue reading →
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nuggets: finally it’s the first day of spring!

I started composing this on the first day of spring, adding thoughts and photos over the last few weeks. And then adding thoughts and photos just before spring and it's quickly grown to monstrous size but I'm rolling with it. Welcome to the giant nugget post. (I was reading this to my kids and Ruby has asked if I could change her name to Bob for a while) Bob emerged from her bedroom, a halo of yellow bed-headed hair. I was on the couch, drinking coffee and reading. She fell into me with her toothless smile. "Finally it's the first day of spring!" she yawned as she fell onto my lap completely unaware of the coffee. Question to those with older children: do they ever notice the cup of coffee in your hand before diving into a morning snuggle? I've become incredibly skilled at keeping the hot, caffeinated liquid inside the mug with a wiggling child on lap. Indeed it's spring. Finally! I think we always feel a bit that way with every season. We love winter. We ski and sled and ice skate. We eat oats my the fire and resist getting out of our warm beds in the morning. And we look forward to spring. We dream of that day when will be able to stand in a non-breezy spot and, if the sun is directly on us, it actually feels warm. Springish nuggets. :: The girls designed and made little creatures mostly all by themselves. Margot has decided that even if she doesn't make enough money she wants to work with owl research and rescue. Specifically she'd like to "study them and cure them when they are injured." Bob wants to BE a kitty when she grows up. :: Moody spring hikes with friends have taken us up mountains. Our kids used to be on our backs and shoulders and now they run ahead of us begging us to hurry up. :: I shared this on instagram but want to share here too because it's my new favorite trick: you can place the white roots of spent green onions in water and continue to harvest the greens for weeks and weeks! They just keep growing. :: Andy has been planning to build a bench to sit on Alice's gardenside grave. Continue reading →
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