Buckets of wild beauty.

I have been silent over here. I know. I’ve just been posting little piddly Facebook things here and there and I have been missing my time writing in my little writing studio and connecting with all of you. I am finally back at it, but that doesn’t mean we were silent over here. We’ve had…

Motivation. For all of us. Right?

  I am a big believer in our mind’s susceptibility to messages–positive and negative. We all have an inner demon and an inner angel–the voice that suppresses our innate strength, or the voice that lifts us up. We all know that if we listen to the wrong voice, as we are all apt to do…

Old farmy things.

Things are happening in our house. Good things. We’re finishing our kitchen. We have fancy new accouterments like kitchen trim and wainscoting and columns and–voila!–a kitchen island that is anchored in one place instead of scooting around the room if you bump into it. Soon we’ll have shelves to put our drinking glasses and dinnerware….

Mornings at Blakely Harbor.

Brian captured some of the quiet beauty of a sunny almost-Spring morning at Blakely Harbor this morning. The scent of apple blossoms was heady. What a way to wipe sleep from our eyes and start the day with a few moments of time together. This day. It’s spectacular. It’s lemony sun and apple blossom clouds…

Building our farm–one garden bed at a time.

As most of you know, we are trying to live off of our land this year–eating only the food and eggs we grow on our land along with other local protein sources (and necessities we can’t grow here, like coffee and spices). Our goal is pretty straightforward: Eat beautiful fresh food; preserve it for winter;…

Ladybug season.

It’s not ladybug season in our garden yet. But it is in our house. We have a small colony living inside a sunny south-facing wall. Little ladybugs march up the shiplap siding in our kitchen and visit with each other. It’s like a little party–a Sunday social with ladies in frilly dresses sipping tea and…

Nest.

Imagine being able to fly. Haven’t you always wanted wings? I have. It was my biggest wish as a child: To be able to feel the updrafts and downdrafts and stop for a rest on the tips of tall trees. I used to think that if I could pick an animal totem, it would be…