I don’t know why I should be like What?! about the snow on the ground this morning, but I am ready for Spring.

P1000066(1)I have some tulips inside.  I’ll let them grow up in a bubble, never telling them of the fate that has befallen their cousins in my neighbor’s flower bed this morning.

P1000062When people ask me what I’m up to, I’m like Oh just trying to stay warm, and they probably think I’m being cliche and vague, but that’s actually a very accurate description of what I’m doing.  My sister makes fun of me because I always have a coat on, like always.  I’m 39, and I’ve decided I need one of those old lady house coats.  You know, the really long ugly ones, with the zipper?  Hang on, I’ll find one….  OK, this.

My husband would leave me.

But at least all this trying-to-stay-warm weather has given me time to work on some projects.

P1000067I’ve been a knitting foo this winter.  Some sort of nesting instinct.  In case some younguns do show up.

P1000064New quilt time, yay!

P1000071(1)Need to beef up my stash, though.

My son has been turning wood like crazy lately.  The stars are completely aligned in Ezekiel’s favor, because he inherited his great-grandfather’s lathe and we live down the road from Jeffries, which is like the awesomest store in the world.  Seriously.  People come from all over to shop at this place–aisles upon aisles of the most beautiful wood specimens I’ve ever laid eyes upon.

P1000070(1)I’ve been begging Zeke to make me stuff, but he’s blowing me off.

I need a boxelder bowl.

Stay warm!


Dream tinder,

is what it is.

All those cabins up at Elkmont.  My hand was in his, and my mind was chasing shadows.

GreenShackWho stood at that window and listened to the creek?

P1080101Who picked out those yellow linens? Somebody I’d like, probably.

P1080078Did she stand there, washing dishes and watching black bears, and missing a friend?

P1080073Did she sit here for hours, alone in the stillness, with the laurel moving gently outside, and her heart beating, beating?

P1080069Or lay here and dream?

Perfect day.  Perfect hand to hold my hand.

It’s just branches

We’re watching The Man From U.N.C.L.E.


Our TV stopped, so I came in here to write silly stuff on this blog.

I do hope the Russian spy and the girl get together.

I put up a Christmas “tree” today.

It’s not a tree.  It’s branches. See?

ChristmasWeddingI needed a break from the silver one.

And I wanted a real one.  But cut trees make me sad (so do zoos), and we haven’t a great place to plant a tree with roots (pretty much our entire place is trees), so I made Millie traipse around the woods with me looking for branches this afternoon.  We talked about what if we were fairies.  I thought maybe in Heaven we could be fairies.  Minis of ourselves, and flying capabilities, and beds on moss.

And then Millie and I took pictures of this toy car with a twig on it.

ChristmasVWcolorI don’t really buy a lot of stuff.  And certainly not toys. And certainly certainly not toys from grocery stores.

But last year I saw this VW bus toy at a grocer and asked my husband to get it for me, and then he did.  Just like that.

So now I have a VW toy.  Look what all I can do with it!

I’m decompressing a bit from science.  And other things.  No chemistry, biology, physics for a month.  Today was the day when I let that sink in.

I have big plans to knit, and take pics, and do some carpentry.  And read Villette.  Again.

I wish it was January already, because of this.


McCloud Mountain


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That’s McCloud Mountain, up near the Tennessee/Kentucky border.

We don’t often go that way, except to drive my daughter to horse camp.  And then go to parent night at horse camp.  And then pick her up at horse camp.

I didn’t even know that kind of beautiful was there.

On one side of McCloud is this insane panoramic view of mountains and pasture and horse farms and cow farms and subdivisions and highways and activity.  And that’s kind of cool when everything looks to be the size of Legos and cows look like ants.  At one point my mother-in-law said, “Oh, look at that dog!” and we were like, “That is a car.”

Then we went to look down the other side of the mountain.  That was the impressive side.  Mostly the red leaves were left, with some oranges and yellows that had cooled to champagne-ey.  A rouge solitude.  Lovely.

early november, all in a row















Kind of a grey day.

The dogs went on a little walk with me.  My dogs are not fenced in.  They could go anywhere they choose.  They could go to Canada or Mexico.

Mostly they just stay in our yard, though, waiting on dinnertime.

I find it funny, though, that when I go on a walk they chase after me and wag their tails and bark and make this huge loud deal out of it, and run down the road and through the woods, heralding us to all quiet nature, as if they are now free from their containment and chains and are finally able to go somewhere.


Oh, I see The Home Depot has had a data breach.


Sorry, what? Oh, yeah, the walk.  Well, I was done.   That was it.  We just went on a walk, and it was kind of cold and grey, but pretty, and it sounded like dogs.


I did?

I don’t know a lot about Sam Houston.  But apparently he once taught school near here for a few months, and now there’s this entire place dedicated to him.  I suspect that if I could talk to Sam Houston right now our conversation would look something like:

Me: So…you taught school in TN once?

Mr. Houston: I did?






My requisite seasonal collection of pretty debris:


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and then there was a random totem

smokin a wet stub

goodness what a furrowed brow

SamHoustonSchoolhouse4I hope Fall finds your brow unfurled.

I hope you, person, are breathing deep and holding your face to the waning sun, preparing for the joys ahead.

oct, maybe kisses







oct is here

plenty of jerusalem artichokes from the looks of it

my friend told me she’s heard of people having to move, they’re so invasive

flower patch still spittin out zinnias; fine with me

another hen is laying.  saved from the stewpot {not. not that i’d do that}

i have to wear my ugly apron into the woods when i feed the goats because they hop up

they hop up with their mud and muddy my pants

not anymore

now the apron

unflatteringest apron which ever was ever

and the boots

the pink boots that will survive the apocalypse

all bad deeds are done in the pink boots

just lovin these early oct days

windows open

a bit of rain here, some rays of sunshine there

a cool breeze here, a stillness there

the cat sleeps as if near death; this is what she does at the equinoxes, her hair either falling out or filling in

interesting about cats

maybe we will hike tomorrow

maybe we will kiss in the woods

maybe he will take my little hand, maybe i will take his freckly one



random college football joke

My daughter told me this joke. I think it’s cute. My husband does not.

Two football fans… wait for it… walk into a bar. One has a UT hat on, the other an AUBURN hat. The bartender asks the one with the Auburn hat, “What does that word AUBURN stand for?”

The gentleman replied, “Alabama Usually Beats Us Round November.”

“Ah,” said the bartender. And then turning to the UT fan, he asked, “And what does UT stand for?”

“Us Too.”

september and i just b sewin’

…with my little pin doggie.

P1070364I can’t believe I haven’t posted anything here for over a month.

I’ve been tweeting, though, so that’s something, right?

I started teaching a Physical Science course at a homeschool co-op.  Very new to me.  I generally stay at my house and, you know, sew.  My little brain is like but I don’t want to think about Newton’s laws; I just want to think about sewing stuff. 

Like when I’m supposed to be teaching Latin, but end up coloring the insides of tea boxes.


My friend went to Homer, Alaska and brought me this rock.

P1070363I love rocks.  I think my friend is very brave to go someplace where Grizzly bears eat people.  She said it was so beautiful your words catch in your throat and you want to remember everything your eyes can take in.  She is in love with Alaska and she wants to live there.  But the Grizzlies, I remind her.  She says, lightly, dismissively, well, yes, a hiker was attacked near where she stayed, while she was there, but, you know, those things happen, and it’s just so beautiful.

It reminds me of in The Odyssey, the Sirens.

Just trying to wrap up Summer (still haven’t vacationed yet) and get ready for Fall (yay, Fall!!!).  My little flower garden is still spitting out a few blooms here and there.

P1070359We have company coming next month and I’m trying to create some little play areas for their little ones.

P1070366Under the stairs will have to do.

I have been trying to make a more conscious effort to do things when it’s convenient.

Like, instead of making a special trip to the store for something for a meal, just postpone the meal, make whatever I can using what I have on hand, and then pick up groceries the next time I happen to be driving by the store.

And just saying no when people ask me to do stuff that’s going to make me harried or so tired that I’m not much of a help anyhow.

I’m trying to schedule dental and ortho appts on days when I’m going to be out and about.

Just killing two birds with one stone, that kind of thing.  I know, it’s common sense, but I certainly get caught up in the insanity and then have to reign it back in.

OK, but one area I’m having a hard time with is in my decision to make running more convenient.  Normally, I drive to a rec center where I can run indoors in the air conditioning, and then shower.  And then drive home all happy and clean.  My new convenient running plan has me swinging by the hilly park on my way home from dropping my daughter off at dance, say, and running in the hot August sun mid-afternoon.  It’s like running in a bag.  Sweat comes out, but then does it go into the air?–no, it runs down my neck and arms and legs, drenching my headphones and clothing and socks and shoes and watch band.  My glasses fog up, and then my nose is all sweaty and my glasses sliiiiiiiide down my nose, resting on the very tip.  Then after I run I get into my car and drive home, my sweat leeching through the beach towel I’ve draped over my seat, and into the upholstery.  I’ve got the AC cranked up, because I’m about to die.  And then suddenly I go from immensely hot to immensely cold.  The AC has cooled my soggy clothing and I am now freezing, thinking how I’d like to take a hot bath once I get home.  It’s 95 degrees outside.  My dear friends, this ought not to be.

Running should be convenient AND pleasant.  The unfairness of it all is turning me into this bitter, bitter gal.

I fear I may have to revert back to a state of inconvenience.

Which is simply unacceptable.


the finest of afternoons


My mom told me once that (someone had told her) our minds seek harmony.

I think that’s true.  Balance, balance, balance.  One can never rest for danger of tipping the scales in one destructive direction or another, not truly, not completely…not here.

But there are moments, for me at least, when I can relax and breathe and everything feels fine, just fine.

Yesterday afternoon was fine, walking around a friend’s garden, seeing her point out Japanese varieties of this and that, and her wee tea tree, and nasturtiums, and then her vintage Shasta camper.

And this afternoon was fine.  Walking through the woods with another friend and her little boy and little girl, and my not-so-little-anymore girl, all the while collecting mushrooms and exploring these tiny secret worlds of color in decaying trees and poking their way up through packed-down leaves.  The color and beauty and sheer exquisiteness take my breath away.

Beautiful people, beautiful places, and beautiful, wonderful things.