Lucky for me, I’m not alone in my pursuit of tidy or the particular form of stress relief found in corralling and organizing inanimate objects. When talking about my hope that uniform pouches would…
The thing about glass doors is that you’re able to see through them. I mentioned yesterday that there are moments when the transparency is very lovely, but there are also moments that call for…
I’m a tinkerer by nature, and certainly by nurture. As I kid I loved helping my parents fix things around our house. There was always a weekend project to tackle—some small improvement to be…
Our bags and our boxes are unpacked. Our furniture has been pushed and pulled into place. We’re ostensibly all moved in over here, but the truth is we’re still firmly in the neither here…
The stone fruits have returned to the farmers’ market, thank goodness. I’m celebrating every scrap of normalcy I’m able to find these days, including sweaty July walks home from the market carrying my weight…
We’ve had a cardboard banker’s box full of compost underneath our couch for the past month. A few times a day, or any time we add fresh scraps, we turn the rich dark brown…
This weekend I harvested the shoots from the microgreens that I planted three weeks ago; tiny seeds sown in a windowsill garden when George Floyd could still breathe. I was more patient with these…
I was too quick to dismiss the ubiquitous kitchen scrap gardens I’ve seen growing. With some amount of sheepishness, I admit that being urged to grow fresh celery from a spent bunch by every…
I made an indoor basketball hoop. File that under Things I didn’t Think I’d Be Doing This Spring. I wasn’t sure I’d write about it because it’s cobbled together from things we had at…
I like things that come in neat little packages. This is not news. If there’s something that can be tidied, or corralled, or made just a little bit nicer to look at—I’ll find a…