Tuesday, September 16, 2014

a tumble of things


Oh, friends, sometimes life is such a tumble of things. As summer fades into fall, all sorts of distractions have filled my days. I made a set of two monogrammed/appliqued tea towels for a wedding shower gift for "Sarah and Dan" and it was very nice to have my sweet Bernina humming again.


 Our good friend Tracy, from our college days came to visit for a bit. He is a vet, so of course, we had to take him to Dog Mountain. While we were up that way, we also went to visit the barn at Bread and Puppet again. We spent a morning at the Tunbridge World's Fair, too, where I fell for the beautiful oxen once again. We had a dinner party on Saturday night and ate right out of the gardens. There may have been s'mores around the campfire too, but we missed the northern lights due to cloudy skies.
There has been such love coming to my mailbox! (You know who you are...). Some wonderful cards and packages have surprised me...



A pitcher and handmade doily came from Sharon of Sallymomsprouts, and a beautiful Etsy order arrived from her talented daughter Anne, of MyGiantStrawberry.  The newest issue of Taproot magazine arrived last week, and it is full of goodness. (I also splurged and bought this, after much longing, and I am so glad I did.) Inspired by all this snail mail, I pulled out some lovely stamps and revitalized my own correspondence.

There are a bunch of fun things yet to share with you, dear readers, but they will have to wait a bit. I am sending each of you best wishes for a lovely time of seasonal transition, wherever you may live. 

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

september ninth







  • another cord of wood, stacked neatly into the woodshed (being full-timers, we now take winter even more seriously!)
  • the pumpkins are going from blush to full-on orange, tucked under their spiney leaves.
  • our first crop of onions, looking good.
  • we grew so many beautiful carrots that a bunch of them went to the local food bank.
  • last week it was summer, and then a storm that brought sparkling droplets cooled us off to autumn.      just*like*that.
  • i woke early and caught the harvest moon, setting in the west, as this season's typical "valley mist" rolled through.
Oh, the food we are eating...harvested, prepared and eaten within hours.

Pinch me. Is this real?

Friday, September 5, 2014

luminous days

evening light in the garden
low and soft
luminescent
morning light,
bright and inspiring...
a reminder that "e"very day is a blessing.

these days are precious.
let's fill them with light and love,
shall we dear friends?

other sunflower posts here and here and here and here.

xo

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Nothing is Not Ready Circus, Bread and Puppet 2014














Yesterday, at the Big Town Gallery 
in Rochester, Vermont.

Anarchy and speaking truth to power.
Keep on keepin' on, Bread and Puppet.
Your light is brilliant.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

oh, how the days are tumbling into one another!

This weekend we went to a gathering of the clans.
There were beautiful tartans everywhere...
and handmade things from a proud heritage...
and sheepdog trials that had us under the spell of
BORDER COLLIES 
for hours under the blazing August sun.
(We may have been to the Border Collie rescue site once or twice since then).
Manicured gardens, highway medians and open fields are
filled with this sweetest of wildflowers,
the humble black-eyed-Susan.
The gardens are rushing at the end of the season, 
ripening and showing off and 
keeping us busy with the harvest basket.

Our four grown children all work at jobs that 
are anchored by the academic calendar.

I do not miss the epic back to school shopping we
used to undertake, each child with their long and lanky limbs
that would challenge us in the fitting rooms. 
I do not miss packing four lunches every morning.
I do not miss the scramble to find misplaced sheet music, 
an umbrella or occasional project related empty shoebox.

I do miss the tumble in the back door at the end of the day,
filled with news from the playground, the newly discovered
author or groans about homework.
And the perennial question, "What's for a snack?"

So I will listen for the rumble of the school bus
 here on our dirt road in Vermont and send out 
some hope and good cheer to the neighbor kids...

...and to our own four,
Stewart, teaching high school sophomores in the Pacific Northwest.
Lindsey, in Boston, mentoring
 "young people short on opportunity and long on potential".
Hannah, taking on an Upper School deanship, 
teaching and coaching in CT. 
Gretta, teaching science and helping in a school office in Brooklyn...
I send all of you strength and courage to shape the future.
xo


And to you, dear readers, I am deeply grateful for the love and support you gifted me with on my last post. As Ram Dass has said, "We're all just walking each other home." I am so glad to be in your good company. 

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

clearing the air


Come sit with me on the porch...

Just this...

In the midst of having our dreams come true, a wee medical adventure began for me. It started with a tumble on our deck at the house in CT, and unfolded for months after that. There has been much testing and several specialists and no driving for six weeks and we are still not sure what's been going on...

But all the big, scary things have been eliminated and the cloud of worry has become less thick. And I am cleared to drive again.

And after all, we are in Vermont. We are working on projects and plans and we are soaking up the best that each day has to offer.

A few weeks ago, we hosted a movie night here and watched The Lunchbox, a 2013 Indian film, directed by Ritesh Batra. It was a charming film, with an ending that left us all speechless and wondering. But one of the lines in the movie has become the slogan for our summer...Sometimes the wrong train gets you to the right station.

Even with the best laid plans, hard work and intention, you can bet that we are not in control. But if we are very lucky, we may end up at the right station anyhow.

So, I am still here, safely at the right station, despite the circuitous route I have taken. And I am filled with gratitude, because "gratitude changes everything".  I am so grateful to Batman for his love and support. And my cousin Kristen who wrapped me in comfort and hope and drove me many places. Anne at My Giant Strawberry has no idea how much her Joy in June helped me cope in the worst of times. (Thank you, dear Anne!) Good thoughts and prayers came from the small group who knew about my trials. And all of you, dear readers, with your sweet comments on whatever I was blogging about, helped cheer me every day.

Thank you for shining your light in the world. xo

Monday, August 18, 2014

squash blossom pizza, ready for the oven.
yellow salad.
roasted corn and cauliflower tacos.

all three recipes are simple, easy and fabulously delicious.
from this wonderful cookbook.

sometimes a kitchen, when filled with garden produce 
and/or local and farmers market goods,
prepared with love and attention,
can feel like a sanctuary.
the sharp knife, the cutting board and the bowl become 
sacred objects and the apron becomes a raiment.

body and soul,
nourished.