Wild child

Apr 27, 2011
Most days I think about this place and I have no idea what to write.  It’s ironic, really, because I was SO EXCITED to begin blogging about food: politics, culture, industry, gardening, homesteading, recipes, the whole nine yards.  And now I →MORE...

A pinecone from our backyard.  A handful of bird cherries from the neighbor’s trees.  A bit of cactus scraped off.  A sweet pea from her grandmother’s garden.  Perfection.

Apr 06, 2011
A few hundred feet from our house, there is a small creek.  It dribbles slowly, languidly in the summer until there is nothing left but succulent greens and thirsty bugs.  But given enough rain it will flow with a passion in →MORE...

“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”- Hans Christian Anderson I left something outside on the porch to dry and when Donald collected it in the evening, there was a fuzzy →MORE...

Mar 24, 2011
Flipping through computer files I found this, a shot from November. I’ve been taking Charlotte on a daily walk (or mostly-daily when it’s cold) since her third day of life, but it wasn’t until she was about fourteen or fifteen months →MORE...