written wordsLetters are relics and treasure troves of information, transporting one right back to exact moments in time. A few years… |
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“honey from a weed”“As Carl Wilkens wrote when we make something with our hands, it changes the way we feel, which changes the… |
books, books & more booksImagine if there were only four or five books on your shelf? Doesn’t that seem unfathomable in today’s world, where… |
objectsI stand at my worktable, pierce holes in paper, thread a needle with waxed linen and bind the pages together… |
nestsBundled up with my walking stick in hand, I head out each morning for a brisk stroll. During the winter… |
seasonalOur beloved CSA comes to an end this week, at least for this season. Since June, we have made weekly… |
make hay‘Make hay while the sun shines’ is apt for many reasons and on many levels. Last week, it felt like… |
whenRecently, M has been asking me a series of “when” questions: –when did the hummingbirds return last year? –when did… |
jane franklin mecomWednesday May 7, 1794–Two hundred and twenty years ago today, Jane Franklin Mecom passed away in Boston, MA. Jane was… |
mrs. beetonYesterday was Mrs. Beeton’s birthday. Isabella Mary Beeton (née Mayson) was born in London on March 12, 1836 and died… |