Deeply overcast day. Perfect for making tiny worlds inside worlds with rich green moss, fresh from the forest.
Terrariums: my interest in these little jars of life seems somehow tied up with my recent questions over work and our future. It is as if I can let myself imagine a series of different worlds — each completely contained. While my fingers are occupied with tiny bits of moss and lichen, I sift through possibilities in my mind and envision a half-a-dozen different paths. How can I be simultaneously so centered and so utterly unsure?
(From a piece I wrote in January 2015, before we knew that little Wallace would be joining our family.)
Questions about poetry versus prose.
The first autumn leaves come inside
in baskets and pockets.
Handfuls of chestnuts, shiny brown and gold.
The smell of beeswax fills the house
as rain falls outside
and a chubby toddler brings fists-full
of dirty carrots, fresh from the garden,
inside to wash off
up at the sink.
We now have the makings of five gallons of hot sauce fermenting on our kitchen counters. (Many thanks to a friend for generously providing us with an assortment of peppers!) Jars of spicy peppers are just one of the many brews bubbling in our house. If you are interested in reading more about our fermentation journey, I have an article all about it in this month’s Wild + Free bundle!
60 pounds of cabbage
6 gallons of sauerkraut
2 gallons of kimchi
5 tired people go to the beach.
Cleaning off the table at the end of the week . . . there is much I want to remember and savor here. After two very challenging first weeks, this week was wonderful. The weather. Walks outside. Star gazing. Beach time. Books. Poetry. Writing. Exploring. Wallace’s morning circle. Making wreaths. Shakespeare. Music lessons. Expanding our timeline. Looking at works of great art. Math with Papa. These are the things of my homeschool dreams.
She took me down the big pine hill to the edge of the woods where she’d found an old gnarled apple tree. The apples were beautiful, delicious, and surprisingly blemish free. We gathered them together and I told her that my favorite apples come from trees that are wild.
This bounty kept us busy all day long!
Sometimes he looks so big and sometimes he looks so tiny.
This man knows me so well. Right before he starting taking Kimchi out of the big crock and putting it into jars, he asked me if I wanted to take photos. Well, yes, of course I wanted to take photos. This looks totally staged but it is real life. Our kitchen is a fermentation laboratory and everyone loves to taste the latest brew!
This is just some of the 15 pounds of cabbage from our garden that we turned into kimchi.