A whopper container on our deck has somehow become a buffet for wild things. It started out innocently enough as a pot full of violas and pansies. They were the first deck flowers of the growing season, strategically placed where I could see them from the kitchen window. As the garden marched into summer, however,… Continue reading Serendipity & Sorrel
Category: family life
On being a cardigan
“If adventures will not befall a young lady in her own village, she must seek them abroad.” ― Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey Our daughters are potted plants, yearning for the deck or porch after a long season indoors. It’s time for big sky, for wind and rain. It’s time for the occasional dandelion fluff to drift… Continue reading On being a cardigan
The longest house
Our house is 100 years old now. It's still a beauty, full of the good bones that fill the streets of any city that's old enough to remember craftsmen. Today, snow is blowing in cold gusts and anyone sitting near one of our multitude of windows -- electric light was a newish thing in 1924… Continue reading The longest house
A trail of book crumbs
I thought I knew all the juicy family "secrets." The marriages, the not-quite marriages and, well, the one about the many-greated uncle -- a farmer who was shot to death on a dirt road I have actually walked. The story is that my relative discovered someone was stealing his chicken feed and he poisoned the… Continue reading A trail of book crumbs
I Have A Tin Whistle
And, I’m not afraid to use it. This concerns my family. I’d like to think this is because they fear I might run off with some kind of Celtic women (of a certain age) group and end up skipping across the stage while playing like a virtuoso and letting my hair float wild in the… Continue reading I Have A Tin Whistle
Nora Edinger -- JOY Journal 