Runaway

My house is a mess. For example, I have found four separate apple cores on each flour of my house at varying degrees of disintegration. Also, I have no clean dishes. The logical response to this would have been to stay home and get some cleaning done. Yesterday, instead, I buckled M. into the car…

Out the Window

A bit embarrassingly, we don’t, technically, have a nature table or designated spot in the house. It’s something I’ve been meaning to do for ages, but have felt like we just don’t have the space for it. It’s only very recently I’ve realized that our upstairs bay window sill has sort of organically turned into…

It’s Been Far Too Long

I could write quite a bit about the rest of our summer panned out, apologize profusely for my absence in this space (an apology that would mostly be to myself – I’m likely the one who regrets it the most), and try to somehow make up for all the time that was lost. But I…