family
on the way
there is a day when the road neither comes nor goes, and the way is not a way but a place. -wendell berry We have been packing boxes and emptying walls and shelves the last
a hundred times before
You need something to open up a new door To show you something you seen before But overlooked a hundred times or more You need something to open your eyes You need something to make
when spring comes
Maybe it was the way last week’s muddled grey clouds hovered like dust over my soul or the unexpected chill that forced us back into winter coats. Maybe we needed an event to share with
the table | common, everyday life
As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful. ― Laura Ingalls Wilder I
a nostalgic longing
Many of us who aren’t farmers or gardeners still have some element of farm nostalgia in our family past, real or imagined: a secret longing for some connection to a life where a rooster crows
day hike
As I mentioned last week, lately we’ve been indoors more than usual, and while I value indoor activities in their own manner, there’s nothing quite like exploring the outdoors, especially with children. We spent all
a merry Christmas indeed.
I know. I know. We’re into the first week of 2013 and I’m still talking about Christmas. Here’s the thing: Christmas isn’t a day or even a weekend for us; it’s a week and a
November | December outtakes
I always mourn how these two months seem to seep through my fingers each year, but something this year felt even faster. Maybe it was the trip to Chicago or my kiddos’ growing energy (and
October outtakes
October sailed right past us this year filled with sporadic puffs of cool air (one even requiring winter jackets). As a result, we spent much more time outdoors, often dragging our snacks or school work