Lately I have been feeling a bit of a general time crunch that has coincided with a conviction that I need to be more deliberate in ordering my days. I’m very type B and have no natural proclivity for organization, scheduling, or deadlines. So, homeschooling and caring for four young children with weekly freelance deadlines…
Hello, middle-of-August, where did you come from? I know you’re upon us because it’s pretty hot. But I’m confused because nobody seems to be dying of the summer flu (yet), and we’re actually planning ahead for the fall garden (for the first time). So maybe, middle-of-August, we’ll bid you adieu without too many tears this…
On a warm August day painted with the picture-perfect blue sky, the children all congregated behind the cabin. The eldest, nearly eight now, assisted in washing laundry while he encouraged his younger brother, six, in the garden fence he was putting up. His little sister squatted down in the mud nearby, the way toddlers seem…
Sometime in June it was decided that summer was barreling down on us in this space with few windows. And so it was time to move into the new cabin, even if we hadn’t finished it. One sweaty Friday Stewart and I lugged over mattresses and bedding with stragglers dragging carrying pillows and blankets behind…
