September 17, 2018

{of a humble kind}

For the longest time I spoke out to you, strangers afar.
Then, for a time, my voice was strangled.
I think I thought I’d needed to arrive somewhere more quickly than I had been able.
In fact I’m still not there,
Except in a sense.
In a way I’ve quit arrived.
Feeling somehow I’ve ftansformed, at long last into an adult.
Adulthood, this illusive state.
Something I was sure I hadn’t grasped.
I’ve long realized mere age is no indicator, and knowing this thought perhaps
Experience? Wisdom? Achieving your dreams?
However, lately I’ve begun to toy with idea it may be something simpler
It is, in fact, wisdom 
In a way
Except I wouldn’t call it that
For what IS wisdom after all? For it certainly cannot be always knowing the answer
Unless by that you mean knowing how little the answers matters
For, you see, I think the thing bringing about these rare glimpses of adulthood,
This fleeting feeling I’ve arrived-
Is humility

Humility for the long path
Humility for the failures
Humility for the fact that for all my trying I may never arrive
But, that could be ok
Because I DID try
Because I dream
Because I’ve done so without money
Or sure knowledge
Or community
Humility for the imperfection
The done enough
The making do
The often ugly form resourcefulness begets


For realizing what it is that really matters
For realizing who I really am

May 22, 2013

The Family Farm

There has been a break in the passage of knowledge through the generations of my family.  The last homesteading farmer in my line died in '88, when I was 4.  I have two memories, that are more like moments really, of  my time with him. His children decided not to carry on in his footsteps, and his knowledge was lost on them. Now here I am, 29, and wishing more than anything that he could covey it to me. But he cant, so...

"I don't know nothin."

May 5, 2013

(I love em)


March 22, 2013


So, here's a romanticized photo of our garage/ chicken coop
 It doesn't quite look this nice in real life... 
I'm working on that, though. 
Plans are in motion.

February 3, 2013

(5 1/2 months actually)

Fisher is a little person already. Not just a squishy babe.
His daddy has him at the in laws for a few hours.
This never happens.
There are so many things I could do with this time.
But which, I cant decide. 
Definitely not spending too much time here.
Though I miss the place (and you) terribly!

October 31, 2012

best ever.

                                                                            best ever., originally uploaded by forestbound.

So we think we're gonna paint the house and out buildings red one of these days... probably a very distant day actually. I love the one pictured above! We also planted some limelight hydrangeas, but they didnt make it over the summer at the mercy of a too pregnant to care if they were thirsty lady. But with a nurseryman husband we will surely replant.

In other news, Fisherman is 2 1/2 months old and sleeps through the night. But regardless I am an ever tired mama... Trying to get my act together to reopen my shop. Im finding that I waste a heck of a lot of clay that gets dried out when fisher wont let me finish what Im doing. There never seems to be any time any more! How do you people do it? In fact, the babe I just got down is now crying again, so here I go...

September 21, 2012

(the back side)

September 2, 2012

(my heart sings)

Last night a black and white striped critter (chicken) made it atop the coop- which is roughly ~10 ft tall? crazy critter. We have officially named the leader of the flock Rooster Cogburn, from one of my favorite beautiful movies; True Grit... The nursery has finally been- mostly- put together, with a long list of generous hand-me-downs and hand mades from those who think us dear... and as much as I hate it, Little Fisher slept in said room, in his own crib last night... for 6 straight hours... which upon waking just about gave this little mama a heart attack as I searched the sheets and bassinet for the babe usually sleeping by my side... Also, i want to start having people over- awkward social anxiety and all... I want to build up a community around me.... annnnd Fisher is crying so hear I go to rock and feed him- which I thoroughly truly love doing.