October 2014

the rest of October…

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haymakingone

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haybalehome

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As October got busier, I got quieter.

But today I remembered that I don’t have to always write, but can simply share some glimpses of my days. So here are the ones I spent…making hay (with a careful inspection by my little women!)…hanging out with the Hunter’s Moon…spending lots of time in my studio,making things for some October weddings in our circle and for my soon-to-open Etsy shop.

Today, the doors are wide open to the wind and warmth, for what will likely be the last time this year.

I hope you find much to savor in these waning October days…

xo

kitchen rhythms…

Joining in with Heather by (in her lovely words)

“Capturing my love of whole foods, combined with the activity of a bustling kitchen.

A weekly collection of photos from the center of my home.”

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garden-gleanings

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…my kitchen isn’t exactly bustling these days, but we spent much good time together this week…as I gave it an autumn makeover, bringing some of the outdoors in…and settled into some new rhythms of making…nut-milk and cosy porridges…and some putting-by of watermelon juice for the freezer, dried bean pods to shell for seed-saving, and several jars of roasted tomatoes.

A bit of clearing and paring down, too, creating some spaciousness that had disappeared (doesn’t it always?). We are reading Serving Fire at Wisteria & Sunshine, and it is inspiring me to make my kitchen and what I do there feel more like this…

Learning to nourish, learning to be nourished, takes place at the hearth. When we tend the hearth, we open ourselves to receiving nourishment that feeds us—body and soul. This is possible because we still carry deep within us the ancient wisdom of the hearth, the knowledge of the sacred relationship between inner and outer worlds.”

-Anne Scott