I love autumn. Our yard is a riot of color, the gardens have been put to bed, the garlic is in the ground, and, best of all, there are no more chickens in my house. To clarify, we aren’t the type of family that has diapered chickens wandering happily through our living room – not

Part of our daily routine is to walk the dogs on a nearby camp road that cuts through a swampy area with gravel ditches on both sides. It’s the worst kind of soil you could possibly imagine, yet every single foot of the roadway is covered with medicinal plants. Coltsfoot, Jack in the pulpit, elderberry,

If there’s one thing that I’ve learned over the last few months, it’s that I’m rubbish at uncertainty. I like plans. My backup plans generally have backup plans. I work well in a world where I can generally say, if this happens, then this… Then the pandemic hit. Every plan we had made got blown

We’ve been in quarantine for just over a month now. Some days I feel like we’re thriving, growing closer as a family, making progress on our goals, other days I feel jerked back into survival mode, my mind beating wildly against the impossibility and uncertainty of the whole situation. There are days when showering seems

It’s over a full week into the new decade, my house is a mess, my eyebrows are unruly….and I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time. I’m on day eight of a 30-day yoga journey; I’ve been reading and watching amazing things; I’ve taken on a couple of new projects, and, most importantly, I

Well despite our best efforts we managed to catch the flu. Yes, we did get the shot, but what can you do. I’m on day 4 and the lad is on day 2. My husband is the last man standing at this point and we’re only 3 days to Christmas. Have I mentioned we love

I’m Scotch-Irish and French, which seems to mean that I am genetically disposed to make enough food to feed an army regardless of the situation. This was never more apparent than this Thanksgiving. Once everyone had gone home, we still had a lot of squash, some sweet potatoes, an absurd amount of mash potatoes and

I’m freaking. My hubby brought home the turkey last night….the beautiful, 20 pound, local, free-range turkey. This is my first time being intimidated by a dead bird. Usually, I get a 39 cents a pound frozen bird from the grocery store. In recent years I’ve even splurged for the 89 cents a pound fresh bird.

T minus 4 days until our first time hosting Thanksgiving. The bird is ordered, the sides are planned-ish, and tomorrow’s weather forecast is supplying me with the perfect day to get this place clean. In case you are also hunkering down to the same project tomorrow, I thought it might be a good time to