garden

May 15, 2019

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

October 12, 2016

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

October 10, 2016

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

July 18, 2016

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

June 29, 2016

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

June 30, 2015

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.

May 6, 2015

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,

October 29, 2014

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

October 14, 2013

This last weekend was THE weekend we were to wrestle our kale into jars. We’ve been tackling the more fragile, tempermental foods leaving the kale in the cold, wet garden

September 12, 2013

Last night, our neighbor did a backbend and attempted to kick over. She asked for help, Margot jumped in – silently, like a back walkover ninja – and was kicked

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