In my plot.
I wrote this paragraph a few weeks ago: We all have tools in our belt for stress reduction, mental clarity and grounded goodness. We know. It’s in our guts. When our days are full, it’s hard …
I wrote this paragraph a few weeks ago: We all have tools in our belt for stress reduction, mental clarity and grounded goodness. We know. It’s in our guts. When our days are full, it’s hard …
I've woken in the middle of the night a lot lately, thinking about random things. Occasionally it's worries but mostly it's just thoughts that I've become quite good at willing away until morning. Often, I …
nuggets: bits of the season in photos and words I'm scrambling to get it all together, making decisive omissions from my to do list. Put laundry away? Nah, that can be shoved in the closet. Shower? A …
Temperatures plunged into the twenties last night, officially ending the growing season around here. Ruby and I ran though clouds of our own frosty breath to collect hundreds of green tomatoes, tomatillos and peppers. The …
When I stand before trees weeping with a summer's fruit, I experience a primal shift in my guts. I am energized, electrified, entranced. Like, I'm 100% in. No waffling. Attentive and certain. My feelings are because …
hump day nuggets: bits of the season in photos and words, about the last week We're home after many weeks away. My garden plot and laundry piles competing for attention. The garden wins. The baskets make excellent …
Well shit, things are heavy in the world right now. I woke up in the middle of the night last night imagining things I'd rather not imagine. Things I've read about this summer. You know the …
Amidst the: Salad every night, snacking on sun-warmed peas, all those green tomatoes wiggling bigger every day... Bouquets of mint, oregano, chamomile, dill and lavender drying, waiting to season the winter's tea and soup... Are the flowers! I …
I mean to get up at 5:30. To go for a run and get some work done before the kids woke. But I keep re-closing my eyelids until 6:40 and then I have 23 minutes …
It's summer. I don't recall a time when temperatures were 104 degrees in June, when fishing was halted for the season, campfires so cautionary, the creek's water feels like August. Tomatoes reaching to hold garlic's twisted …
I seem to remember (I say "seem to" because my memory is sometimes quite imaginative from when my kids were babies) people telling me - as I nursed one daughter, made peanut butter toast for …
hump day nuggets: bits of the season in photos and words At the dinner table last week, Ruby leaned back and the entire top half of the chair crashed to the floor. She - with her …