October Green

273 :: Wooded

Bringing in the house plants that spent the summer outside; wondering at how much they’ve grown; getting soil all over the kitchen table and floor and counter . . .

271 :: Succulent

274 :: October Poetry

274 :: Maybe the Last Bouquet?

The greenhouse seed babies are thriving and this little man has been busy making a mud pit full of “hot cocoa” just outside the door. I’m thinning and he’s brewing; so come on over for some cool microgreens and warm drinks! I love gardening in this giant terrarium on the cusp of autumn. It’s such a paradox to watch new life burst forth as everything else outside slows down and lets go.

272 :: Back to Work in the Greenhouse

276 :: Mud Land

Home Again

247 :: Home Kitchen

We spent August away from home, in a little house on the other side of the county, while we rented our house out (to seven different groups of guests). It was equal parts wonderful and ridiculous. But one of the best parts? Coming home again. There is no where else I would rather be tonight than in my home kitchen, chopping up veggies from our beloved garden for the people I love.

247 :: Time for a Work Break, Papa

Strawberries for Winter

176 :: Washing Berries

The girls asked to bring home a flat of strawberries to freeze for the winter. I hesitated, knowing that the kitchen was deconstructed for cleaning, but eventually I said yes. Recognizing that I was overwhelmed in the kitchen, they sat out on the porch and did everything themselves with a little help from Wallace.