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!
This is the best part of the day. Those twenty minutes or so between the writing work wrapping up for the day and the dinner-making work beginning. Yesterday, it was sunny and warm, and I wandered around with my favorite guys (Del and Pete), noting, a little wistfully, how close the sun was to the horizon even at 3:30pm. Noting, a little wistfully, the last of the garden calendula filled with honeybees. Thinking already about next year. Watching with a head-shaking chuckle my neighbor putting up his Christmas lights. (His jack-o-lanterns are still up!)
A giant box of jars and bottles has taken up residence in our living room, and a giant box of coconut oil, milk power, beeswax, and shea butter is en route to join it. Four kinds of infused vinegar are brewing in the basement. Labels are on their way as well. Things are taking shape. It all feels pretty excellent.