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The Dirt beneath our Feet

Our kids dig in it.  Our plants grow from it.  And I am forever trying to sweep it off my front porch.  Dirt is that stuff that is smeared into our children’s faces and hands.  Soil, on the other hand, is the dark, soft, crumbly stuff that is rich in organic, living matter.  Our food…

While the Rest of the World was Sleeping

Once a week a girlfriend, Cxx, and I go for a walk.  We live in the same neighborhood and we both have children the same age (both of us being late-bloomers).  We both love ice-cream, are in a love-hate relationship with our bodies and struggle daily with the balance between work and family.  And we…

The Tree of Life

Our neighborhood park has a wooded stand of towering Douglas Fir and Western Red Cedar trees.  Long ago, my children abandoned the formal play structure for racing bikes down the walking paths and playing fort within the forest of trees.  The cedar tree in particular provides a leafy canopy, protecting and hiding its inhabitants, and…

The Scent of Fall

The house is filled with the scent of burbling beef stew (my personal favorite is Ina Garten’s Beef Bourguignon) and roasting squash.   Outside, the day is crisp and cold and our breath hangs in the air for just a minute before wisping away.  The freshness of the morning gives way to the musk of…

Patience

They tell me that with patience comes rewards.  Be they to your spirit, your treasure or your community.  Or to your garden.  However, I don’t tend to be the patient sort.  When I work I want to see progress made.  If it’s not immediate then I would like it to be at least incremental.  At the…

The Spirit of Hawaii

For the second year in a row, we left the land of gray drizzle for one of brilliant sun.  My husband should be warned, this could become a most delightful habit!  Last year we traveled to Sayulita, Mexico this year we had the opportunity to explore Kauai, Hawaii.  We packed up the kids, brought along our…

A Ray of Sunshine

My daughter got in the car the other day and announced, “It smells like summer.”  The day had been one of those extraordinary early spring days where everything is warm and feels of promise.  The car had that earthy warm smell that comes from sitting in the sun after transporting two active children.  Perhaps it…

Anticipation

My son started developing his Christmas list in July.  Now, I realize to some, this might sound like a greedy enterprise.  However, for my six year old boy, the Christmas list becomes a fine-tuned art.  It might seem a stretch, but drafting the list is viewed as an opportunity to practice hand-writing and spelling, two…

Winter Blooms

Those of us from the Pacific NW seem to be obsessed with our weather.  Furthermore, we are a fickle bunch.  Perhaps it is similar where you live?  Last year, after an unusually wet summer, we spent much of our winter complaining about the incessant grey drizzle.  This year it was different.  A playground chat actually…

Week 52 – Caesar Salad

Here it is, the fifty-second and final salad of my ‘Year of Salads.’ There were a couple times when I wasn’t sure if I could prepare yet another, different, seasonal salad.  There were a couple weekly narratives that didn’t simply roll off the tongue.  But I did it and I am so glad I did.  There…