Okay, I did ask for permission. But taking over my building’s gardens still feels just a little bit like going rogue. They don’t belong to me, after all. I’ve been fussing with these two…
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),…
James calls me a camel, imagining that I must be hiding water in a secret cavity somewhere, because he so seldom sees me drinking any. I know I should drink water more often, and…
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…
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…
Photographing feet is tricky business. Photographing your own feet? Well, that’s some kind of blogger rite of passage isn’t it? While we’re still on the subject of clean floors and clean feet, I wanted…
We’re entering the glory weeks in New York. Yes indeed. Those spring weeks when you can actually feel the heat of the sun and the trees verily shout their exuberance with technicolored leaves and…
Even though today is the dreariest day on record–well if it it isn’t, it must be awfully close–there’s a tiny spot of spring in this apartment that I’ve been doing my very best to…
A few weeks ago James snapped this blurry instagram of me potting a maidenhair fern in our apartment. It was the weekend and I was working on a story for Gardenista about what a…
Posies for Valentine’s day, paired with family snapshots that seemed to exude just the right amount of gentlemanliness and romance for a Valentine-y ode to love. To all of you gentlewomen and men: wishes…