Morels

May 14, 2012 § 2 Comments

My kind employers brought me a plateful of morels that they discovered early last week.

I dredged them in flour and fried them in butter, with a little salt and pepper.Yum.

And then, do you know what? When I was out looking for ramps, I stumbled upon a patch of morels myself.

My first experience with mushroom foraging, and it was accidental. I know many others who go to the point of making a ritual out of it. I prepped and served a gorgeous pile of chanterelles that our chef at Meadow Lark found in the Colorado mountains. But I never managed to go mushrooming myself. Now suddenly I understood what all the fuss was about.

That discovery moment is one of those where you feel like jumping around. “Look what I found!” I maybe bounced a little with glee. Maybe. I definitely smiled to myself, and did that funny thing where you look around you even though you know that no one is there. It feels like somehow, the universe is sharing this moment with you, observing your discovery, and receiving your appreciation.

Happy Mother’s Day

May 13, 2012 § Leave a comment

Grateful for mine.

Puppy!

May 9, 2012 § 1 Comment

No, she’s not mine, but she does live here – which means I get to pet and play with her as often as I like, without having to deal with training and chewing. She belongs to Cella and Emmet, our animal husbandry farmers, and her name is Rue. This half husky/half golden retriever is exactly the same color as Tassie, and she absolutely LOVES to follow her “big sister” around. Isn’t she a doll?

Little brother’s wedding

April 27, 2012 § 1 Comment

He still seems too young to me, but he always will, I think. He’s the little brother and it can’t be that he’s a grown-up. Even though he’s got a grown-up job, a grown-up apartment, and now, a wife. He makes his own decisions. He makes his own life. My job is to let him, and support him, and love him. (And sometimes play the big sister, even so.)

My sister and her husband and I hopped in their Taurus for a 9-hour drive down to Missouri, where we were met with heat and sunshine. We ate pasta with asparagus and white sauce out on the deck overlooking the Lake of the Ozarks.

Oh, water and boats.

The next day we had some time to explore Lake of the Ozarks State Park. (When you are the sister of the groom, as opposed to the sister of the bride, your wedding responsibilities are somewhat less extensive, so you can do these things!)

The day was misty and a little chilly, but it felt good to get out and hike together.

We saw dogwood trees and columbine. We scrambled up rocky bluffs.

Ah, green.

Some of us dawdled. Others were pressed for time: last-minute shopping for gift wrap and jewelry needed to happen before dinner!

I tend to resist rehearsal dinners, being a little on the shy side. They sometimes seem like an obligation to spend more time with people when the whole wedding day is going to be a crowd for hours and hours. And yet I’ve nearly always enjoyed the rehearsal dinners I’ve gone to. Know why? (1) They usually feel more relaxed than the wedding day proper. (2) You get to know people. Particularly, the family and friends of the person that is marrying the person you are really there for. In the best circumstances, this is a happy and encouraging thing! I don’t know my brother’s wife’s family at all, so it was great to spend dinner chatting with her aunt and uncle, talking about horses with their daughter, and listening to the grandmother’s stories.

Ah, and then the wedding day. This involved some reception set-up and some pictures. And moseying around while other people took more pictures.

We even had an early afternoon siesta on the beach.

Then, le mariage.

Laughter and tears, as always.

At the reception we told stories about growing up with these crazy kids that had now just married each other. And you know those baby-to-wedding photo montage videos? I know everyone does them, but they still get me. Especially, of course, this one. Flashes of memories of my brother over all this time that I’ve known him. Realizing that our lives, because we’re siblings, will always be intertwined. We shared childhood. And seeing Kim grow up gave us a glimpse into her experience of the world. She and Chris made the cupcakes (my favorite was the chocolate with cream filling) and after we all scarfed dessert, the newlyweds headed off for the Virgin Islands.

Where they still are, probably standing knee-deep in turquoise water. Lucky ducks.

And we, their friends and family, are back here, waiting to support and love them in this new journey. Congratulations, you two!

Little brother’s wedding: preview

April 25, 2012 § Leave a comment

Here we are: brothers and sisters. Elena, Craig, Christopher, and me! It was Christopher’s turn to get married, so he and his (now wife!) Kim had their wedding at a beach resort on the Lake of the Ozarks. The day gave them sunny skies and a slight cool breeze. We felt happy. Can you tell?

Friday the 13th

April 13, 2012 § 1 Comment

All day has been overcast, with a few steady soft hours of rain and now the insistent wind howling outside the house. I’m sitting in front of the wood stove with a tall mug of coffee and a bag of chocolate chips. And A Severe Mercy beside me, which is one of the most beautiful books I have ever read, and a comforting place to go at the end of a day.

Yesterday I worked most of the day outside, me and my red truck and my shovel. I have a plan for a small hill all run a-muck out here, and yesterday the paper-planning found its way into action. Beauty and health come through hard work sometimes, just as they seem to come effortlessly other times. Anyway, I will do my part here. The feeling you get, settling down onto the couch with a cup of coffee or a glass of water, after hours of physical work – there is nothing else like it.

This afternoon I did nuts-and-bolts tasks, a bit of organizing, and then I found myself at an art event in little Amery, WI. I’m so pleased to say there is a talented and vibrant group of artists coming together here, and I met some quite lovely people while browsing watercolor cranes, clay pots, and prints of draft horses. We had asparagus wrapped in fillo dough with a touch of oil and lemon, and of course the wine was circulating. A few jars of pickles and jam were for sale beside handcrafted cards. The feel in these places is active, and awake. It seems to me that so many creatives have an intentionality about seeing the world. Even, perhaps, if they don’t know it.

Friday night. I am happy to be here with my book, and my plans, and my determination to keep my eyes open.

50 Dispatches

April 11, 2012 § Leave a comment

“Your hands are going to bleed.”

Anne Cure, owner of Cure Organic Farm in Boulder, Colorado, said this softly while looking off into the distance as Jack, one of the other farmers, described the day’s task of transplanting thousands of seedlings from the greenhouse into the field. The “bleeding hands” comment was not ill-natured in any way; it was merely a statement of fact, one learned through many springs of transplanting thousands of seedlings into the field. This was the acknowledgment that today the fields were going to be especially tough to plant. It would be a painful process for a new ­farmer’s hands.

This is an excerpt of an essay featured in The Atlantic from the Greenhorns’ new book.

And it makes sort of warmly proud and glad for a couple of reasons:

1. I had the privilege of preparing and serving farm dinners at Anne Cure’s farm two summers ago – her smiling face is a familiar one!

2. I also sort of know Jeff, the author of this particular essay, as he had dinner with us on occasion, and he ended up dating my friend and co-worker. AND he’s from Iowa.

3. I’m just excited about what the Greenhorns are doing here. I love the idea of this book. Sharing stories of enthusiasm, passion, pain, discovery, purpose. And dirt. No – better word – soil. I wanted to contribute when they sent out their call for essays, but I wasn’t farming at the time, and they requested words from farmers. That’s all right. I’ve got my own farm and book plans. For now, I’m happy to read others. Hooray, everyone!

Good things are happening.

Good old-fashioned marketing

April 4, 2012 § 2 Comments

This sign is from Sol y Sombra Farm, where I worked from June to November last year. Isn’t there something perfectly nice about a wooden hand-painted sign propped out along a fence in front of the farm? There’s a touch of humanity in it; someone here made this and wants you to know what they have here for you. And on a farm, those can be very good things. To see some of last year’s harvest, have a look here.

Sol y Sombra is a CSA in Boulder County, with a lot happening on a few acres. I’m thinking about Allison and her new crew at Sol y Sombra, as flowers, veggies, and herbs just start to become available. Wishing you all well!

Slick says hello

March 17, 2012 § Leave a comment

Riding the Neighbors’ Horses – Paperback

March 17, 2012 § 2 Comments

The novel is up on Amazon and ready for purchase! Be angels and pass it along to any horse-crazy kids (or grown-ups) you know, won’t you?

You can find it here: Riding the Neighbors’ Horses

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