Fruit festival.

Today I will post this photo of gorgeous apples and plums in a heavy cast iron pot. Tomorrow I will share delectable photos of fruit leather. That is the goal, anyway. If you’d like to follow along with me, and you have a food dehydrator or an oven with a low setting, simply pull fruit…

Letting the outside in. Or taking the inside out.

I caught this photo while sitting in the loft of Brian’s art studio. My daughter doesn’t like it because she feels like I look like a ghost. I suppose there is a spirit-y quality to it, maybe a bit haunting, but I like it because I’m a part of the apple orchard and the hillside…

Dehydrating plums.

And so it begins: Fruit harvest, starting with our giant bowl of Italian plums. I had helpers today in my sunny perch above the garden—plus a visit with a neighbor, Spanish guitar music soaking the kitchen in its light, happy melody, and the certain feeling that all is well in the world.

Cleaning house. {A tale told with many pauses and deep breaths.}

Telling this simple story of “cleaning house” really requires much more than just a few photos. And you’ll still never understand the depth of this effort. Really, you won’t. After 22 years together, Brian and I have lived in a lot of houses. So when I tell friends that I spent the majority of my…