yes

first batch, cut before the drenching rain. garlic scapes. fresh and local and so, so satisfying. and beautiful.

love

the human condition all boils down to this...

fear vs love.

choose love, every time.

thank you, supreme court.

june musings

The internet and snail mail collided earlier this spring. My friend Sharon who keeps the blog SallyMomSprouts kindly sent me a packet of spinach seeds she had saved from her gardens in Wisconsin. We planted them here in Vermont. Last week we enjoyed a delicious spinach salad, and I marveled at the connections we create with one another these days. I've never met Sharon in person, (in fact, I "met" her via real life friend Judy) but there we were, eating a fresh salad due to Sharon's thoughtfulness.  I follow her daughter Anne's blog as well. You can find Anne's lovely artwork and musings at My Giant Strawberry.

Instagram is another fun way to build a sense of community (with folks you may never meet!) Last night three consecutive photos in my feed were of the same gorgeous sunset here in Vermont, taken from three different vantage points all over the state. It was quite wonderful.

Real life here at a bit of earth is certainly full these days, with plenty of wedding prep going on. Last night we looked for the Northern Lights, but did not see them. Instead, the brilliant Milky Way arched over the sky as lightning bugs danced in the meadows. Wrapped in a quilt against the midnight breeze, I was again filled with gratitude for this dream-come-true, this magic, this life of ours. 

Sending you midsummer light and love, dear friends.

sewing buttercup meadows

sometimes the news is filled with soul-sucking sadness

and the best prescription for the numbing pain

is some sewing therapy.

thank you vermont meadows,
thank you buttercups,

thank you lotta jansdotter fabric,

thank you bernina,
for this perfect collision.

(do you remember princess buttercup

 from the princess bride?)

our summer table has eight new napkins,

four of each print.

remember the old story that if you held a buttercup under
someone's chin you could see if they liked butter?

Love don't care

if you're wrong or right

Love don't know if

you're black or white

Love ain't looking

for perfection

Love's the answer,

love's the question.

-from The Horseshoe Man

by Neil Young

sending some light and love to charleston

triptych 19

rhubarb from the gardens.

fresh mint from the co-op.

dried rose buds from mountain rose herbs.

raw honey from northwoods apiary.

recipe from amy chaplin's amazing book.

exquisite rhubarb rose infusion.

i wish this was a "scratch and sniff" post.

we were lucky enough to have birthday girl lindsey and her guy scott

with us here in vermont last night and part of today.

she sparkles these days,

'cause she is on the brink of a new adventure.

31.

such an age.

so much to offer the world.

blessed to be her marmie.

xo

reading and stitching in june

That was the way mauma had lived her whole life.

She used to say, you got to figure out which end of

the needle you're gon be, the one that's fastened to the

thread or the end that pierces the cloth.

-"Handful"

from The Invention of Wings

by Sue Monk Kidd

(a very wonderful read)

P.S. Submitting my laurel wreath applique to the umbrellaprints 

trimmings challenge was tricky business for me, requiring courage.

I was surprised and quite tickled to discover that it scored an

honorable mention from the judge.

You may read about it here.