It seems almost ridiculous to say it, but one of the things I miss about life outside the city is the flowers. If you follow me on instagram (and even around these tea leaves),…
This weekend, we took the newly up and running A train out to Rockaway to get our fill of sunburn and tacos and surf and sand. I’ve counted four times on my fingers to…
Tiny tributes to fallen soldiers: boyscouts and marching bands and bright red fire trucks, lichen and granite and topsy-turvy flags.…
As you’ve probably gathered from these tea leaves, since I left my job at the farm last February I’ve been winging a freelance career. It’s been simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. In a turn of…
Rainy weekend window box views. Rain on green things is so much better than rain on concrete things, don’t you think?…
Just a few photographs of what morning walks have been looking like lately.…
At my parents’ house in Connecticut the flowers are always late to bloom. My mom refers to our yard as “a funny little microclimate,” where the forsythia pop a week behind everyone else’s and…
There’s lots to be said for the beauty of muted colors. I like them too; all those soft neutrals, the grays and whites and blues. But there’s something about springtime tulips and the way…
I’ve been poring over these family photos lately. There’s lots to say about them, but for now I couldn’t help but to share them as a little celebration of Brooklyn in the summertime. I…
In the winter months it’s easy to forget that there are whole lives lived in the interiors of the city blocks, but when the spring comes and the trees bloom, I suddenly remember. The…