On the last day of freedom before our sheltering-in-place began, Libby and I made our way over to Mount Vernon to soak in some sunshine—both the actual rays on this first spring Saturday of the year and the sunny, yellow fields of daffodils. The farms weren't open to the public, so we had a socially … Continue reading Jardin Journale: Gardening, not cancelled
Winter is on its way out and I am counting down the days until spring blooms. Our jardin is steadily being prepped for planting seeds: I'm slowly getting rid of major weeds and an invasive ground cover plant that I hate. After I finish adding compost to the soil next weekend, we are going to … Continue reading Jardin Journale: Late winter inspiration
It's been raining nonstop for the past month. But this week was one of the worst yet. Day after day of unrelenting rainfall left me feeling like I might drown in the growing mud puddle surrounding my house. So when the clouds parted Friday afternoon and I saw blue sky for the first time in … Continue reading Jardin Journale: After the rain
We don't wake up with the sunrise to get out in the garden. It's still winter, we're still young and waking up slowly and sweetly is too lovely to give up. Besides, we know that just as much can be done in the warmth of a setting afternoon sun as in the morning. In the … Continue reading Getting our hands dirty
It’s a dilemma: wanting to ride a motorcycle to work, but also wanting to wear a sundress because it has finally gone above 65 degrees and I can reasonably have bare legs in that weather (kind of). My solution: leggings under dress. Jacket on top. Helmet smashing my curls, but that’s ok. Dress flying in … Continue reading Dance, Provençal song, sunburnt mirth
At 9 a.m. Saturday morning, Bertram Levy, a short, mustachioed sailor wearing the beret he is known to wear got in line at the Northwest Maritime Center to sign up for the annual Shipwrights' Regatta. In front of him were two novice sailors -- young men from the Northwest School of Wooden Boatbuilding, with zero … Continue reading Eating a sandwich during a sailboat race
These late night thoughts are sponsored by the colors of autumn Here's something I think about a lot: I'm 23 years old. If nothing crazy happens, I might live for another 70 years. What will those 70 years look like? Smoke-filled skies? Aliens? Lifespans shortening? The rich getting even richer? The poor getting even poorer? The … Continue reading Finding helpers
