Men don’t wear scarves.

  At least not mine. Not with his heart in it. And so I reclaim Earnestly Well-Meant Christmas Present of 2006 for my very own this fall. It is too soft and meringue-colored… Read More →

feline ambition

We see your Cat Scan, internet. And raise you cat tummy on top of chicken coop. It’s fuzzy and hexagonal, see? Because who has a scanner? And it’s time to stop trying to find… Read More →

coming to terms

  Even in a not-so-really old house, I’ve been wondering if there are things you just ought leave well enough alone. When it was her kitchen, Helen wallpapered. And when it became mine,… Read More →

old tricks

More of the wonderful same around here lately. More pickles: I’m using a recipe by Lisa Krissoff, and there’s no going back. I cannot stop eating them, have given up completely on the… Read More →

harvest

Alternately titled: Thievery, low stakes The honey box was full today, so we masked our faces, distracted our colony with smoke and noise and stole it away. Not pictured: basement uncapping of those… Read More →

August

We bought our little house three years ago in August. 2008: Today: 50 years from now, even if it’s from the other side of the world, I can’t imagine not thinking of this… Read More →

Under our house

There’s something living in the crawlspace under our house. It’s pickles. Slow-fermenting jars need three weeks of solitude at cool temperatures to reflect properly on their evolution from vine to sandwich condiment. Solitude… Read More →

Today

Today I took 216 pictures. And it was a workday. My hard drive is a house with piles from floor to ceiling. Bill with beer outdoors. Bill with beer indoors. Vegetable progress shots… Read More →

sourdough starter, hard lessons learned

Ever since moving to my Very First Apartment, I’ve tried at predictable intervals to make my own sourdough starter. It has the nerve to sound so simple: you mix flour and water in… Read More →

a drop-off in productivity

  Summer tends to be the time of year when there’s the most to get done, and also the time of year when you feel least like getting out there in the heat… Read More →