Making cupcakes that look like vegetables. Like you do.
So this was Family Day, which means no business, no writing, and kid-directed activities. The two younger have been drooling over a copy of Hello, Cupcake, and I finally stocked up on enough [...]
Midsummer evening on the farm
Husband and kids are visiting cousins for a couple of days, I’m writing and writing and writing and all out of words. So…pictures I took on today’s evening walk. Click for a [...]
Seven degrees in the morning
Seven degrees. That was the temperature this morning. Seven degrees. And this is tidewater Virginia. Seven degrees. Yesterday it didn’t get above freezing, and everything is ice this [...]
The harrow and me
This past week, we finished off the old year by finally having Christmas with my parents, who have been in Seattle with my brother and his family. We kept their presents under the tree until they [...]
The new year’s tasks
Today was my first back-at-work day since the holidays; we took the week of New Year’s as a holiday, and Monday is our family day, so Tuesday is my Monday as far as work goes. So I thought [...]
Missing in (way too much) action
Why I haven’t blogged for two weeks…let’s see… 1. We got Emily a pony for her birthday because the horses have turned out to be JUST TOO BIG for her to learn on. So [...]
And now back to real life.
My fortieth birthday was delightful. I had breakfast in bed and presents and a lovely birthday dinner at home on Friday, and another dinner at the Blue Talon on Saturday. It was a wonderful [...]
Blackberry winter
I’m back to getting up at 4 AM and writing, writing, writing. The History of the Medieval World is CRAWLING towards completion. I am slightly relieved, on going back and rereading some of [...]
Meanwhile, back on the farm…
This has nothing to do with either the History of the Medieval World or the Art of the Public Grovel. Max (aka Magnus Maximus), the Belgian draft horse I bought a couple of weeks ago, has [...]
Loud noises from downstairs…
My husband just killed a mouse. With a frying pan. MY frying pan.
The first-fruits of the sabbatical
Hey, I’m not writing during August. (See below.) Look what I did instead! My mother planted a huge garden this year and then went off to Seattle to visit my brother, leaving tomatoes [...]