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Wow, what a crazy couple of weeks! We went away for a little bit, and boy, it was tough to come back to real life! I hope we are lucky enough some day to have all our time be our time, you know what I mean? No clocks, no responsibilities, just what you choose to …
Continue reading Paste! Vacation! Watermelon! Arborists!
Seriously, spring/summer is finally here and I can't get enough. Look! When I have been inside (pretty much only when it's pouring buckets) I have been reading like crazy, and loving it! Here are some recommendations: Akata Witch (Young Adult) by Nnedi Okorafor: "Twelve-year-old Sunny Nwazue, an American-born albino child of Nigerian parents, moves with …
Continue reading The annual, “it’s too nice to play inside” post
Spring always feels like a new love to me. I'm a little extra giddy, I have a little more energy, I'm more apt to say yes to an adventure. You know, I feel free! I also feel thankful. Thankful that I am lucky enough to have the time to play in this beautiful, energizing weather. …
Can you believe we got another 15 inches of snow? -- Not kidding. March in New Hampshire is weird. Anyway, that kinda meant I was snowed in for the day. Yoga was cancelled, so I'm not missing a week, and because I live in an awesome small town, I was able to walk to my …
You know what they say about the weather in New Hampshire? If you don't like it, wait five minutes. Or a day, because yesterday it hit 70 degrees, and today it is snowing. Hard to see through the jungle, but trust me, it's happening. It is February, so it's okay that it's snowing, it's supposed …
Wow! Look at all the surprise guests at the opening! I was so excited and happy to see each and every one of you. Thank you from the bottom of my very full heart for coming out! Here's how the layout turned out: And here we are, looking cute and feeling artsy!
It snowed yesterday, a lot. And a lot of snow means a lot of shoveling. Just so you know, I love to shovel, I don't know why, I just do. Maybe it's the meditative nature of the solitude, the push and scrape of the shovel on the ground, the strength I feel with every shovel …
