This is our third spring in our little house, and that’s long enough that I can tell what all these little shoots in the garden are going to be – not from horticultural knowledge, but from remembering where things were last year. For example – Baby crocuses at the foot of the stairs: Baby … More A Parade of Babies
Strider is a character that is meant to be a surprise. Nine chapters in, our four hobbit friends find themselves in the Prancing Pony, an inn at a town named Bree which seems to be the first genuinely intimidating bit of the world they’ve encountered. (This despite the fact that this is close enough to … More Strider
Senior work is due in a month and two days, and the ants in my pants are not taking a holiday. The sum total of what I have left for my Master of Divinity degree [What about Mistress of Divinity? Can I get that?] is one sermon, three reports (not really papers, just “I … More Tasks and Rewards
Right now, it’s snowing. I have been trying to bring on spring by force of will, and it isn’t working. Naomi and I have been on walks nearly every day, no matter the weather. I wore Goldberry on St. Patrick’s Day, and she looked almost violently bright compared to my environs. I started peas … More By Force of Will
So, I’m giving up Facebook for Lent. It’s been a week and a half now, and I thought it might be worth doing to reflect publicly on why I am doing it, and note my experiences so far. I will save for later the observations on how it’s gone, as I’ve finished drafting this monstrously … More Facebook Fast
Sorry about that last post. I have managed to resist the SADs all winter, but if you can’t tell, being at home most of the day with frozen ankles and stiff toes has started to get to me. This week has shown incredible promise that we may have turned the corner, into the land of … More ANTS.
There is nothing romantic about being cold. The above picture is of one of the first snows, taken in early December. Back when snow was still enchanting and pretty, and chilly evenings were an excuse to make cozy fires. Yet even back then, I knew I would write this post. Those December snows, when … More Nothing Romantic
A belated post this time; I’m afraid! After finishing Goldberry, I think it took me about five minutes to troop up to the Yarn Room, wind up new yarn, and cast on her mate: a hat named Bombadil. I changed plans dramatically for this hat, at nearly the last minute. I had bought the yarn … More A Merry Fellow
Okay Mom, enough with all that sentimental much. It’s my birthday, and it’s my turn! First off, I am not sure what a birthday is, but it involves lots of paper. And things wrapped in paper. And ripping paper. My little brain is so confused. Are not these things verboten, Mama? Oh well! Ripping! Then … More Nomey says…
This. This is the moment I want to keep forever. Bedtime in a dark room, by the navy curtains, Nursing for the last time before you go to slumber. I do not note so much you sucking at my breast, That sensation normalized by twelve months’ repetition. What I notice most is your small exploring … More Collection
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