Confession: Where I come from, this is how we do math: seeds + earth = the purest of happiness Look what my dad made me: Last night he called to say “Do you want to come over? I have something for you.” He’s pretty great. (I think I would have said that even if he …
The earth is round. The cycle spins. The grass is greener than you’d expect, this time of year. Melting snow turns to water. Zook yard turns to mudhole. Have you ever dug a hole in January? It’s enchanting. All that rich, dark earth, splendidly flecked with earthworms. I dug a lot of holes on Saturday, …
Bluest of skies, perfect temperature My brand new clothesline, quickly revolutionizing the way I feel about laundry The heavenly smell of fresh-crusty, sun-baked clothes Four puffs of gray velvet, old enough now to spit fire at me from their little red mouths and big blue eyes Two boys living outside, digging dirt, building forts, riding …
Confession: I am interested in at least 5,302 projects that I don’t know anything about. And I am impatient with my inability to be and do everything I want to. Last November God blessed us with an incredible property—a big gray house, a couple of creeks, and ten acres of land, part wooded and part …