hello, friends. i’ve missed you! we’re back, happy to be home again and nesting. i’ve been finding places for the new goodies we’ve picked up along our holiday travels and preparing the apartment for…
i did not want to rent this apartment. when we first looked at it it was filthy–bird feathers and spilled beer filthy–and looked about as far from our beautiful north carolina home as i…
forty-nine years together in the same stuy town apartment. this weekend, a celebration of paul’s life. now, thinking of mildred and her wallpapered cabinets, her collection of owls. poetry for comfort, i hope.…
i’m no good at taking photos of wild dance parties, but shots of the flowers the day after said parties, that i can manage. these flowers from the wedding of a dear friend were…
to yourself. today’s motto (i decided). to honor it, i bought myself a cookie on the windy trek back from the archive where i spent the morning doing research. normally i would deny myself the…
five little things that made my week.1. this flat tire. {because even if it didn’t exactly make my week, i was awfully happy to recover from it unscathed}. 2. these hydrangeas. because they…
this is my dad, aged 10.this is his tool box, given to him for his tenth birthday, by his uncle frank who owned a hardware store. i love hardware stores. and my dad. and tool boxes.now this…
on the mornings that i head to the farm, i’m sometimes able to catch a ride from a friend in midtown. this morning, the train was early and i could enjoy a sweet little…
i took these shots a few weeks ago, and meant to write about them then, but i didn’t. so here i go now, one last addition to abby’s unofficial flower week. before i begin: i…
having a valentine to make you baked bakery’s sweet and salty cake is a very lucky thing. {i think even martha would agree. find the recipe here}.…