Lights out.

We lost power last night following a snowy windstorm on a freezing day.  We built a roaring fire, cooked a pile of pasta and fresh veggies and sausage, and the kids whittled by candlelight. There is a beauty to these long moments of pause. No music, no phones, no computers, no movies. Just the sound…

Farmhouse Kitchen Remodel.

Last year, as we prepared to remodel our 1901 farmhouse kitchen, I read a blog post about the kitchen remodel process. The woman who wrote it was so incredibly organized that she warned everyone to be prepared because they might have to go 4 days without a sink. People, we went four months without a…

DIY: That annoying teething table.

I love our dog. She’s one of the best decisions we ever made. And when Luna was a puppy, she was so darn cute that she could get away with doing nearly everything and our hearts still melted. Eventually, around 5 months old, she began to lose all her pointy puppy teeth, which meant that…

Endorphin blast.

We woke this morning to riotous springtime birdsong and sun–precious, blessed sun–blasting through our bedroom window. Our rooster was crowing his head off, surprising even himself with his bantam lung power, I am sure. The poor girls trapped in the henhouse were pretty grumpy when the kids finally arrived to let them out. We gathered…

Legacy.

What will we leave behind? What characteristics, trinkets, furniture, work, or pieces of land will define us? What knowledge will we bestow? What work ethics or heart will pass through us to future generations? I am making yogurt out of semi-expired milk and cooking hiziki seaweed on the stove while thinking about these things. This is…

This old stove.

I fell in love with old stoves when I was a kid reading about Ma’s cooking in Little House on the Prairie.  I could very nearly taste Ma’s fat-fried cornbread cooked to perfection in a cast iron fry pan over an open fire. And while we’ve nearly replicated that experience at various times while camping…

Friday miscellany.

<Please forgive the poor quality of the photos. This was one of my earliest posts, and I had not updated my phone before I began blogging. I am leaving them here as-is for posterity.> The French-pressed coffee was extra hot and tasted dark and sludgy in a good way on this grey northwest morning so…

A Writing Studio

I am pretty sure someone cut this out of a magazine and dropped me unceremoniously into it and I’m in awe that I’m hanging out here on a sunny January day telling you all about it…