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OUTSIDE MY WINDOWS
Near midnight there is a white circle that lays on the wall above the mantel. Slowly, the minutes pass as it drops down, getting lost in the fire. There are a million stars above my head, and without...
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THE STORY OF A BLUEBERRY FARMER
Growing up, it was sometimes difficult to be the daughter of such an articulate, analytical father. The little things that made him such a respected scientist would often drive me nearly mad,...
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THE WOODS ARE BEARING GIFTS
Last week, in a moment of exhaustion and frustration, I opened my mouth and out came the most horrific and cruel words. Words that stung so deep I felt sick the moment they came out. I prayed that...
View ArticleLIFE IS GOOD // A VIDEO
Hello. Hope wherever you are and whatever you're doing, it's beautiful. I made a simple little video this morning for far-away family and friends. And since you're friends as well, I'm sharing it...
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THE HEART OF THE MATTER
I told Chad the other day that we need to finish our list of projects around here, cross each and every one off our list. We mostly have little details left and it's funny how drawer handles are...
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THE BLUEBERRY FIELD
I say "field" with a laugh, it will be one day, but something has to start from nothing, right. Five are planted, snug in the ground with a bucket full of sand from the farm and a little mushroom...
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BIRTHDAY GIRL
I've always wanted to throw a girlie birthday party, one that is filled with all the pretty things we girls dream of, tea parties, flowers and pink pom poms, with fairy wings and sparkles...and a...
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THIS OLD YARD
If you will please, let me carry on a little more about our yard. It's becoming my obsession, spreading over into dreams and taking over dinner conversations. Last night I walked up and down the back...
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HOW THE KITCHEN CAME TO BE
I was up this morning before the sun, and the birds come to think of it. I tiptoed out of the bedroom and came downstairs to a dark and very quiet kitchen. Chad and the cat and all the creatures...
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A VISIT TO THE GIRL AND HER GRAPES
Remember the girl and her market stand that I found last fall, who so sweetly shared with me a bowl of grapes from her vineyard. As I drove the back way into town yesterday I saw her freshly painted...
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A CREATIVE PLAN
April showers are here. They came three days ago and haven't left, only giving up brief pauses, just long enough to check on the garden or brush off the endlessly muddy rug. It feels more like a...
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TO LIVE DIFFERENTLY
There isn't a week that goes by that someone doesn't ask us, why did we move to this small town? For the most part, I think they're truly interested in why we chose to live here, but I always hear...
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THROUGH THE WINDOW
It reached far across the floor this morning, streaked white and washing the room in a hazy warmth. It definitely lifted soggy spirits, restored some pep and made me happy for little nooks and...
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THEY CONTINUE TO GIVE
They stop over, invite us to church, to dinner. They bring flowers and baked goods, and bottles of wine. They ask us questions and pray for us. They tell us stories and history and gossip. They lend...
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THE SAME WINDOW
Good Morning!! The sun is high and warm already and I have the back door wide open. There are so many beautiful sounds coming in. I have flowers to plant and garden rows to weed, a drive to the...
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THE FIRST BLOOM
My hands and eyes are tired as I write this and my cheeks are a deep shade of pinker this morning. My hair is wild from a late night shower and falling into bed too drained to dry off. Garden shoes,...
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ALONG NEW PATHS
Figuratively and literally, we've been forging new paths as we settle more into this town. Every morning when the sun comes up and before it starts blazing, I'm in the yard digging up old bricks...
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RISE AND SHINE
Just lately, there seems to be an explosion in the yard. Flowers and vegetables and figs and pears, honeysuckle and re-blooming azaleas are all in bloom. Everyday I'm thrilled the minute I walk...
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BEHIND HIM
He didn't know I was behind him. I didn't say a word. I just took this picture and left him to his own moment.
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THINGS ARE WAKING UP
Yes, things are waking up all over in this little sleepy town. Flowers are growing in abundance, many I don't know what they are, but they were perfectly planted by someone way before me, so I let...
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WHERE THE GREENHOUSE WILL BE
I know I haven't taken you on a proper tour of inside the house yet, but I promise to soon. Lately, I've been consumed with the yard, trying to shape it into everything I have ever wanted, that most...
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RETURNING TO THE CABIN
This past week was an emotional one, with people coming and people leaving. It was a constant flurry of cooking, packing, going here, going there, saying hello, saying goodbye. I don't do emotional...
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HOW LIFE CHANGES IN AN INSTANT
I was going to write this morning about my garden, the new flowers and plants I've added around the yard and the beautiful granite rocks I found when I dug under the pear tree, the usual things I write...
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BY THE SEASHORE
What started as a passing comment, made with little thought and mostly as a joke, has now turned into a pleasant vacation near the beach. Of course it didn't really require any thought because I knew...
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ON THE TABLE - FROM THE GARDEN
This summer has been a wonderful lesson on gardening in the south. I thought I had collected a wealth of advice and knowledge from the local gardeners and farmers here, but somewhere along the way I...
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