A chicken and a frog and a duck. And a rainbow.
Last night when I was reading just one more book for an hour with Margot, tracing faces and giggling in the low light cast by her overhead star, I asked her what she'd like to …
Last night when I was reading just one more book for an hour with Margot, tracing faces and giggling in the low light cast by her overhead star, I asked her what she'd like to …
I sew but I haven't always. I come from women who can turn and press, slip stitch and machine baste like nobody's business. I still have a lot to learn but I am getting there, …
Oh, as summer's tight curls loosen and tumble into autumn. Honestly I adore fall just as much as summer. Here in Missoula we have air as crisp as a perfectly ripe pink lady apple and …
I keep holding out, not giving up, begging the sun to heat up and my pounds of green tomatoes to ripen. But here it is, just a few weeks from September and August has been …
hump day nuggets: little bits of the season in photos and words about the last weekI love nights like tonight. The eve of hump day and I am on fire. It was a good week, …
I write a lot about what I love. I love to reflect on what I love and find that when I do so I feel, well, in love. And who doesn't love that? I also …
I'm back and I was happy to be away and now I am happy to be home.I promise some epic nuggets tomorrow but for now just a quick hello! Nice to see you again! and …
I am on vacation. And, in the true spirit of a holiday, I am taking a wee break from the activities that fill my Missoula days. We have a garden and pet sitter, my etsy …
Ruby and I flew to California last week where two of my best friends live. We were there to celebrate and hug...pedicures and champagne, childhood friends who are family and endless conversation, sleepless nights with …
hump day nuggets: little bits of the season in photos and words about the last weekI was *this close* to bagging nuggets this week. Oh July is just plain INSANE round here with gobs of …
Ohmyohmy. My husband was away for a long weekend with his posse, fishing wild Montana rivers while I was at the homestead navigating class five rapids with one oar, negotiating log jams and barracudas. It …
I remember my first garden that was all mine. I was 12. My parents kept an impressive yard bursting with flowers, herbs and shady nooks but I wanted my own plot and I wanted to …