To Life

  I don’t want to bring you down or anything, but this is a post about death. And farming.     I’ve been thinking about how to broach the subject of death with Little e, since she’s now of the age when she notices and questions and ponders things like...

Anatomy of a Birthday Cake IV

She wanted a penguin cake. On Tuesday, that is. The week before it was an octopus (I’m so glad we moved on from that). Before that it was to be a butterfly. But by Wednesday, for certain, she said: it must be a turtle. A sea turtle, not a tortoise. Which is an...

This Time Around

It’s just gone Thanksgiving around here and we celebrated in all the usual ways–eating until we waddled, piling crisp, amber leaves to jump into and rearranging the nine pairs of shoes on the backdoor shoe rack. No, wait, that’s just something our...

A Plague of Starlings

You know when having your figs stolen reminds you of being a writer? I’ve written about the fig tree in our garden before. We enjoy them every August for the glut of honey-sweet mess they are. Except this year, because this year the starlings enjoyed them...