
I usually make Duck Confit in Winter
What happened when beautiful farmers market duck legs, an August afternoon, and an Instant Pot collided with one of my favorite winter rituals
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What happened when beautiful farmers market duck legs, an August afternoon, and an Instant Pot collided with one of my favorite winter rituals

Summer got away from us, so we’re gathering right at the edges of it…

A Forage & Gather party for the new internet

Late summer peaches, blackberries, and a flavor I had not tasted for almost 20 years. .

What happens between the first question and the moment I finally press publish.

When did taking care of ourselves become another full-time job?

and a sweet corn and mushroom risotto for the evenings when the garden makes dinner for you.

Apparently I have been working on this particular qualification my entire life.

Literally the Best Chicken I’ve Ever Cooked

How a garden taught me the difference between control and stewardship.

Each month, I create a new Field Guide to accompany the season as it unfolds. This month’s guide is waiting just beyond the garden gate…

Come along. We’ll see what’s blooming.

How one unexpected breakfast conversation, two old apple trees, and a little Eastern screech owl led us home. (And a really good pesto recipe!)

Our School of the Seasons begins here

A quiet invitation to something I’ve been dreaming about

A few days ago I watched one of those cooking videos that I was absolutely certain couldn’t possibly work.

Wolfie lives on a little urban farm with his mama and dada, right next door to his Mimi and Bapa.

An afternoon at the farm market, a summer thunderstorm, and the wisdom of simple ingredients.

A Summer Solstice Reflection From my Garden

What a season of volunteer plants, wandering pathways, and unexpected abundance taught me about participation, wildness, and letting life grow.

A garden story about aging, authenticity, and becoming more fully ourselves

I have to believe that we all want the same thing in the end. A world that is still livable, beautiful, connected, and alive.

On nervous systems, living things, and the rhythms that help us remember how to be human.…

Sweet woodruff beneath the oak tree, strawberries in a glass pitcher, and the old spring rituals that still know how to find us.

What if the children best prepared for the future are the ones still allowed to get muddy, curious, cold, uncomfortable, and gloriously alive?

Happy Mothers Day to all….