We picked up our son from college today and brought him back to Blacksburg. He’s home for a week for Thanksgiving. The hamper is filled with firewood, we’ve got tart cherries for pie in the cupboard, and wind whistles over the chimney top while we’re warm and cozy inside. He gets to enjoy cats and … Continue reading All of us home
I live in a ridiculously nice place. Our son had friends over last night to watch Hamilton, and my husband and I didn’t want to eat pizza, which we ordered for them, so we got out of the house for dinner. We went to a little restaurant, Gillie’s, in downtown Blacksburg, and sat at a … Continue reading Grateful
Don’t let anyone tell you words don’t have power. When my husband and I shopped for toilets recently, I could not stop giggling at the language used for selling what we all want most from a toilet: to hide the evidence. More than that, our trip to Home Depot showed me that having a gift with words doesn’t … Continue reading Flush technology
For those of you following the ongoing saga of our attempts at killing grass (1, 2, 3), we’ve gotten the flower bed cardboarded and mulched. Before: After: Now it’s time to work on the herb plot. Continue reading Flower bed finished
My skin is pink and warm. I spent all weekend outdoors, in the garden and on the soccer pitch. The fresh air, dirt, and blue-sky matches were totally worth the sunburn. Our neighbor has a farm truck and told us these past weeks that he would soon fill it with a (literal) ton of mulch; he wouldn’t need … Continue reading Building a flower bed (Killing Grass: Round 2)
A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I were contemplating painting our living room an unusual color. We stressed — do we go safe or do we go bold? We decided to go bold. We painted the room a dark dark grey — almost a charcoal. A few nights later, the pizza delivery guy … Continue reading We didn’t play it safe
Butterfly Mind 