I’ve had pink eye, which is an unreasonably rosy name for something decidedly miserable. It coursed through all of my kids and settled in with me and while it was never welcome in the…
We harvested four tiny radishes from our window box garden this week. They were yanked from the dirt before being strictly ready for pulling and eaten with an enthusiasm reserved exclusively for children who…
This morning, the neighbor’s blooming magnolia tree was illuminated by the glow of their bathroom light. Seen through a tangle of still-bare branches, the pink and golden were a welcome reminder of all the…
1. these salad greens. {every single one.} 2. these sweats. {for being sent my way.} 3. these baby vines. {for not getting fried.} 4. this lavender {for hanging out inside for a bit.} 5.…
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…
Our microgreens experiment has only just begun. Freshly sown on their windowsill home, I don’t have anything in the way of sexy shoots to show you. My experience with growing these shoots at home…
1. this shell necklace. {even if after stringing it, and restringing it, and restringing it once more, it was ultimately left behind.} 2. this sprout. {for sprouting.} 3. this candle. {sent from a favorite…
Waste Not is a collaboration with my friend, Carrie King. The premise is simple: Carrie, a food writer and editor, shares a recipe highlighting at least one particular way that we can curb food waste.…
We’ve been reading The Tale of Peter Rabbit on repeat for the past month. At bedtime, at lunchtime, at bath time, during bathroom visits where a bit more time and bit more relaxation is…
The past week or two has felt like something of a make-believe spring in Brooklyn. We’ve had unseasonably warm days flanked by seasonably chilly ones. Bodegas are filled with daffodil blooms, tree pits are…