When we had just moved to New York, my sister mailed me a chocolate wrapper with a pre-printed message inside: You are exactly where you are supposed to be. I am a perpetual thrower-outer, but it's still sitting in the kitchen drawer next to the clothes-pins, smug in its safety. (This post has photos of foods we've been sampling, starting with coconut flour blueberry muffins.) It was just over a year ago that we were in Vienna meandering the Christmas markets and Prague holding hot stroopwaffles…
Month: November 2011
It comes.
Shortly after the annual shopping for school supplies in elementary school, leaves would turn toward the sun, and then my birthday would come on a crisp day, the first of the school year. Fall, always, would be my season. My disillusionment when I found out fall started after my birthday was deep. Despite my reason to be newly aligned with summer, there has never been a chance I’d switch, then or now. Autumn is deliciousness. I love that it comes every year, and that we are in the thick of it n…
autumn spreads
Lately my attention hovers like a butterfly’s—stopping here, then there, for one short, sweet sip of life before I flit to the next swaying leaf of a moment. There are so, so many places to alight in a city. Too many. The autumn has ripened to a brisk, yellow cool, and brought with it that swooping rush that lifts us into exhilarating gusts of doing. It's been busy in the city! So here I am in the blog, where I can clutch twiggy legs onto beauty and hold a few moments longer before lifting off. …
a woodsy wedding
Hannah and I were little tikes when our families shared a house some twenty plus years ago, and since then, we’ve shared life from school choir concerts to European castle expeditions. She designed some incredible graphics for our wedding, and when we were asked to savour their day with them, we almost jumped out of the back of the Volkswagen in anticipation. Their day of union was celebrating in relaxed-country style with floral dresses, Izze soda toasts, canning jars and poppy-red twine. We t…
the Prospect is fine
It might mean our fingers are zapped with static, we push our thermostat to the heat setting, and our necks see nothing behind spools of scarf, but we are mighty pleased about the arrival of the cold. Saturday brought mugs of tea and flakes blowing up and down our street. As we sat in our living room with music and each other, the abundant coziness made me feel burrowed, at home for real. And then Sunday was a day to feel the change. The air was positively spicy with a freshness brought out by t…