Wife, writer, tinkerer, grower of food. I'm happiest outside our rambling farmhouse with a basket looped on my arm, picking dinner from the garden. That's joy right there. Please follow along; I'm so glad you're here!
Tonight, Patrick and I will have our very traditional beer-drinking dance party while handing out candy to trick or treaters (dancing to this crazy weird hippie Ithaca band). Mostly I dance. It's always the same music-- the one dedicated time each year we listen to all four albums we own. They sound like NOBODY else, and are so perfect for Halloween. That makes it special, somehow.
Then later we'll walk down to street to our neighbor's house-- one of the Tuesday Group-- who always does chili and chill-out post-treaters, but not before walking to the center of town to see if one of the local hooligans has placed a pumpkin-carved helmet atop Gilbertsville's Civil War monument. Nothin' like a good local legend.
It's been a good week. I've ordered all my supplies except for maybe some boxes and tissue paper. I designed a sticker. Two stickers. One for bottles and jars, and then a fancier, colored one for each individual order. I can't wait for everything to get here so I can start filling jars and photographing stuff.
It's a good time of year to switch gears. I can feel it.