Bird for Dinner?

Blurry photos, but you get the idea. Matty currently looks like Elmer Fudd, walking around with a broom (in lieu of a gun), shaking it at anything that moves near the garden. I’ve also decided next year I need about 15 tomato plants instead of 4. I’m not...

Shady

Far from perfect, but the journey was educational. This pattern kicked my ass. What a wonderful weekend this has been; another gorgeous baby born to a  Ya Ya — Emerson Louise, 8 pounds, 21 inches! Rebecca is the gladiator of labor and her husband couldn’t...

Dinner and a Movie

I was in charge of the dinner: Strawberry salad Brie and berries Slow roasted tomatoes (I didn’t get a roasted photo, but let me say, I’ll be making these again. Simple cooking at its very best!) Rack of lamb Chocolate cake — which didn’t come...

Summer Sewing

The other day I mentioned I’d like to learn how to sew a dress. In my mind, this is the Everest of craft — creating something that fits and that I’d like to wear. The two wrap skirts I’ve conquered are hills in comparison, and considering the...

Creating a New Culture

Like minds I am feeling a bit redundant around here lately; gardening! sewing! cooking! happiness! — plus the occasional buffalo. It dawned on me yesterday how foreign I’m feeling in this culture; also, this is why the craft/travel/cooking/faith blog...

Lieu

I am very happy to be home. I love adventuring, but what sweet satisfaction there is to clean pajamas and your own pillow after a long day of travel. I was even happier to be greeted at the front door by vines full of red, ripe tomatoes. The garden has accepted the...

Ursine

The fastest way to find wildlife in Yellowstone is to first locate the gaggle of humans. This rare specie will more than likely have a camera way too powerful for their own good, a giant RV, and potentially be wearing Hello Kitty (which I didn’t realize they...

Where the Buffalo Roam

My breakfast vs. Shelley’s. Are you kidding me? A day in Yellowstone and all you are having an English muffin? Bring on the carbs. And the eggs. And the smiley. (Jess ate the pork.) The Roosevelt Gate at the entry of the park. A sign of the great things to come...