Staying Home


Yesterday I finished most of my office work before the girls woke up. And so I thought we might go out on an adventure. Or a picnic. But we stayed home instead. We picked cherries in the orchard. We sketched and painted Nasturtiums. We did a little reading and a little knitting. We gathered flowers and settled fully into the summer day.

little hands

painting table

Later in the evening I finished reading The Chosen. I remember it from years ago (did I read it in college?) and for some reason had been thinking about it earlier this summer. I even searched for it on my bookshelf but found I only had the sequal (The Promise). So when I happened upon an old hardback copy at the July library book sale, I gratefully brought it home.

Chaim Potok is every bit as wonderful a writer as I’d remembered! Each time I pull myself out of the world that is his book, I return to my kitchen — or my garden, or my children — with a deeper level of awareness. I linger in the details. I find myself narrating in my head: the scrape of the spoon against the side of the bowl or the shape of my child’s hand as she reaches up towards me.

summer reading

I love his writing because even as he weaves a story rich with imagery, Chaim Potok doesn’t shy away from taking up the question of truth in the context of the world’s contradictions. He inspires me to write with intention and courage.

In the middle of reading The Chosen, I was hit with sudden inspiration to rewrite my own young adult novel in first person. The new version of my story has taken on a life of its own, and (dare I say?) I finally feel like I’m doing justice to the characters. Thus I’m reminded again how good reading and writing are so inextricably intertwined. And now I’m looking forward to waking early again to write.

queen anne


Garden Jungle

green apples

Our garden is a jungle of beautiful, edible goodness.  Morning dew settles on flowering tomato plants.  Spiders weave webs among ripening raspberries.  Spiky, green cucumbers hide under sprawling vines, trailing beyond the straw mulch into the surrounding meadow.  Peas hang amidst delicate tendrils, reaching for a holding place.  Chamomile has taken over edges here and there — even sprouting and thriving in the chicken run.  More calendula blooms each day, making flowers faster than I can pick for bouquets and salve.


what are these


dasies in front

Daisies thrive in front of our house and along the fence line.  Onions do their thing.  Garlic swells under the earth, the edges of its leaves tinged brown among dozens of volunteer borage plants.  Bees swarm the fuzzy borage flowers.



Carrots grow — slow and steady — only the very tips of orange peeking out of the soil.  Parsley is abundant in all stages — young and lush, mature and flowering.  Marigolds smell slightly skunky as I kneel down among the vegetation to get a bug’s eye view.  Kale keeps giving and giving.  Celery loves its companion dill.


pink zinnias


I soak in the abundance.  I let it wash over me.  This garden, this little place on earth, is so good to us.  We give a little and we are rewarded one-hundred fold.  It is overwhelmingly wonderful in July — wandering through and eating out of this jungle of a garden.

picking together



Preparing :: Summer Artists Market

mouse and bear

little books

Inspired by this Wee Mouse Tin House pattern and her success last summer selling tiny polymer clay food, Amabel has been getting ready for the summer Artists Market.


I say Amabel is getting ready, but let’s be honest . . . I’m having as much fun as she is!  Amabel delegates a lot of tasks to me and also to Ellen who generally likes putting cinnamon on top of waffles and stuffing tiny mice.  But Amabel is the director around here.  And sometimes the slave driver!


She is so good with little details: tiny stitches, tiny food, tiny books.  It’s hard to say no when she has a vision for a project.  On Monday it was hamburgers and french fries.  On Tuesday it was chips and salsa plates.



Tiny food is pretty straightforward (she had a lot of practice and watched a lot of youtube videos last year), but making these little Altoids Box mice is much more invovled.  Expert seamstress Grandmommy even came over last week to sew with us.  We have been using freezer paper for the first time to help with cutting and stitching tiny pieces of fabric.  Ellen’s favorite part is stuffing the little pillows.


in the box bed

twins copy

There has been a lot of discussion about how much money to charge?  And which items will be the most popular?  Also, should the mice be sold seperately from all the accessories?  Or should we package each mouse complete with purse, book, and meal?  After watching Amabel go through the anticipation of the market last year, I’m enjoying the process of preparation much more this summer — and especially the conversation that happens during the making and working together.  I’m glad for the motivation and the deadline of the market, but the preparation just might be my favorite part.

Tiny Purses

Ultrasuede Mouse





For a long time she has wanted curls.  But it is only recently — over the past couple of months — that have I noticed her hair changing from decidedly straight to a just a little wavy. Maybe it is the summer humidity? Maybe it is morning bed head? Or maybe her wish is finally coming true?

I remember after her eight birthday she asked me how long it would take a birthday wish to come true. Without exaclty telling me what she’d wished for, she hinted about curly hair. Will it take a month? A year? Two years? Now my girl is almost ten and her hair is almost curly.