It’s easy to forget we share common ground when differing views about sensitive issues such as immigration rise to the surface. I have to pause to remember that our roots Continue Reading →
I love this time of year. All of it. The leaves. The lazy afternoons in the garden soaking in the last bits of sun and the cool evenings when there’s Continue Reading →
I was away from my kitchen for twelve days this month while Darrell and I were hiking in Yellowstone. My curiosity about the park was piqued when my aunt and Continue Reading →
Last week memories of my early days of parenting came flooding in as I crept out of bed and tip-toed into my grandson’s bedroom to watch his chest rise and Continue Reading →
Just before Easter my son and daughter-in-law surprised us by announcing there would be a new grand-baby coming in October! Once they’d left Darrell smirked, “You do know that you Continue Reading →
I was born into community. When my family gathered at my grandparent’s house for homemade pasta dinners, the place was jammed. That meant anyone who had not reached adult Continue Reading →
Throughout my blog posts there’s a theme of practicality. I’m rarely a sentimentalist and when romance gets sappy it tends to make the hair on my neck stand up. Even Continue Reading →
With the busy-ness of the garden coming to another close, my first impulse is gratitude. There’s a deep satisfaction that rises up when I count jars of salsa, peruse our Continue Reading →
One of the perks of being a teacher is that in the summer everyone else in the house still goes to work so I have the farmette all to myself. Continue Reading →
When Darrell and I got in the car to come and look at this old farmhouse, we never really expected to buy it. We had seen an ad in our Continue Reading →