It’s fruit season. I’m tucking raspberries and strawberries away in the freezer, making jam, and enjoying handfuls of the sweet berries throughout the day. Also on ice cream. Of course. I’ve been on a canning hiatus, and the familiar sound of pinging lids and the sight of jars liked up like red-jewelled soldiers on a towel…
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Cycle
I pull a bag of fish fins and assorted parts from the freezer. I’ve been saving them since last summer when Gerry returned from his annual salmon fishing trip. We work together when my (not so) old man returns from the sea to fillet fish, tuck little packages in the freezer, and stuff some in…
Wednesday, March 13, 2019 – Creeping Up On Spring
I shoot drooping tulips and wrestle with my manuscript—two sweet ways to spend a morning. When I emerge from the woman cave for lunch (tomato soup, that I canned last summer, topped with fresh basil from the Aerogarden), the sun is peeking out. We have a late afternoon appointment in town, so enjoy a leisurely lunch,…
Saturday, February 9, 2019 – Home
Simple things comfort me on these days when I’m still weary from travel, and longing for ordinariness: plucking a jar of canned tomatoes off the shelf in the cold storage room, the sound of a snow shovel scraping on a driveway, the contented hum of the furnace in the early morning. I wake early—too early,…
Sunday, September 16, 2018 – Stock Saturday
Value is not made of money, but a tender balance of expectation and longing. Barbara Kingsolver, Animal, Vegetable, Miracle: A Year of Food Life I pull a tattered ziplock bag from the freezer drawer. It’s full of onion skin, carrot chunks, celery leaves, and whatever other vegetable scraps I tucked away in recent months. I…