Boogers

Wallace finds a bag of gummy bears. He has no idea that they are edible. They become his favorite toy for days. He calls them “my boogers,” lines them up, sorts them, and puts them to sleep in a drawer. As soon as he wakes up in the morning, he asks, “Where are my boogers?”

Messy Table Tops

I’m struggling with a serious case of the messy table top blues. It’s always covered. Good stuff happens on this table, but I can’t seem to keep on top of clearing it off lately. It collects such eclectic assortments . . . play dough, typewriter, books, notebooks, hair brush, candles, squirt bottle, binoculars, scissors, tape, yarn, felt, tiny budda statue, and food, always food. . .

Citrus Garlands

We’ve been seeing photos of beautiful dried citrus and wanting to make garlands. Finally, this week we made it happen! This is such a simple, colorful, delicious project for December (or any time of year when citrus is in season!). We sliced grapefruit, oranges, lemons, and limes 1/8th of an inch thick and dehydrated the pieces overnight. Then we made garlands for our windows. Each ring is like a tiny, vibrant stain glass window filled with December light.

Worlds within Worlds

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.)

Morning Greenhouse

In the greenhouse. Repotting plants and then lingering, soaking up the morning light.

I haven’t spent much time in here since spring.

The tiny black onion seeds we placed into trays filled with soil in March . . . have grown and flourished and now the glowing bulbs are drying in the warmth of the October sun, back here where their little green shoots of life began.

The sun nourished the onion plants all summer; their bulbs will nourish us all winter.

And then into the basement for some serious work with Papa’s tools!

Autumn Leaves

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.