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Mar 10, 2012 • Last fall, as I was packing away the implements of my garden, I came here and wrote about the purpose for quiet dormancy….the storing of energy, the reflection before growth. That is what I expected of winter. By all appearances, as this blog sat silent and unchanged, that was what was occurring in my world....
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Oct 16, 2011 • I could wax poetic about nature’s bounty, the near end of harvest season, the long winter ahead, or the splendid perfection of the earth’s ability to nourish us, but I think that it might detract from the moment. I will miss the surprise of each week’s CSA share and the creative spark that a bag...
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Oct 16, 2011 • When I stumble upon an artist whose work inspires me, I take note. Usually this is upon viewing an actual piece by the artist in question but sometimes it’s just a momento to remind me to investigate further. Such is the case with Robert McClintock, who has certainly piqued my interest since I discovered a...
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Oct 12, 2011 • There are few things as powerful to changing your attitudes about food as learning to discern and appreciate the nuances of flavor found in fresh, local, heirloom, or otherwise remarkable ingredients. I am an artist by nature. I use my senses and my penchant for texture, color, and form to create. I have discovered what...
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Oct 11, 2011 • There are aspects of my life that would be exponentially easier if I could take a deep breath, fill my lungs with crisp autumn air and exhale into a bottle, collecting the effects of adrenaline, endorphins and overall feel-good energy after a morning run. It’s particularly hard, as I’m warm and comfortable under a fluffy...
I don’t think that it’s far-fetched to envision myself in an old house with quirky spaces; a home decorated with treasures from travel and exploration. If this old house comes to pass, I hope that there is a dressing boudoir off of a large bathroom, and I hope that it has big empty walls because...
I’ll admit, I should have spent a little more time accomplishing chores indoors today, but the draw of a crisp autumn breeze paired with clean yellow light filtering through thinning treetops proved to be too much for me to resist. I didn’t throw productivity into that passing wind, though. I got dirty, dumping the soil...
I loved two things fervently as a young girl: ballet and horses. I knew the mechanics of riding before ever having the opportunity to practice on a real equine because I had memorized every page of every horsemanship manual owned by my elementary school library. I read stories about horses and then, in turn,...
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Sep 28, 2011 • My significant other, who will be known as G.B. on these pages, is a huge fan of coffee. I mean, I’ve always liked the stuff too, but he borders on connoisseur. I will admit, my morning brew used to bubble from the percolator of a little plastic Mr. Coffee and when that died, a...
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Sep 28, 2011 • Like so many artists and writers, I am an ADD adult. I feel creative inspiration and follow it, I find an intellectual spark and have to pursue it. I’ve made hyperfocus an art form in my own world. I’ve learned in my thirty-six years of life, however, that this can be a gift only as long...
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Aug 30, 2011 • It’s early in the morning, 1:26 a.m. to be exact. No matter what my intentions or how the day unfolds, it is in these hours that words most often come forward from the churning of ideas, emotions, and experiences that make up any given day. I find myself lamenting my own inability to be...
