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HANDMADE GATHERINGS

 

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HOMEMADE LIVING: HOME DAIRY

 

HOMEMADE LIVING: KEEPING BEES

 

HOMEMADE LIVING: CANNING & PRESERVING

 

HOMEMADE LIVING: KEEPING CHICKENS


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  • They will see us waving from such great heights. || Plotting his future treehouse from the vantage point of @shelterprotectsyou and @sheltercollective's matrimonial altar in our yard.
  • Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth. @biltmoreestate
  • I had the most profoundly memorable experience today. The cookbook club at Haywood County Library (the county adjacent to mine) hosted me, and by hosted, I mean 12 ladies selected recipes from my book
  • What better way to clear out a case of the Mondays than a giveaway?! See that lovely locally-made wooden bag dryer there on my wall? Want to win one of your own (you do, trust me)? Pop on over to small measure to enter. Link is in my profile.
  • This guy right here? While he might be growing bigger every day, the truth is that becoming a mother has helped me to grow. To be more present. To be more patient. To be more empathic. As I tell all my soon-to-be-mama friends, parenthood is the toughest work you'll ever do, with by far the biggest payoff. The lovin', and the learning, are so, so good. Happy Monday, friends.
  • Today was a good day. This view, from the top of our road, certainly helped make it so.
  • I think the 48-hour flu I've been fighting has finally succumbed to my assault of grapefruit seed extract, osha root, propolis, elderberry syrup, Oscillococinum, apple cider vinegar, rose hips, hibiscus, ginger/lemon/honey/cayenne tea, and neti pot with goldenseal tincture. I don't take getting sick sitting down. And now, a winter storm, possibly. Bring it, I say. Happy weekending, friends!!!
  • This guy.
  • I've been waiting, for a book like this, to come into my life. Whoa. Picked this up a few weeks ago at @screendoorasheville as a New Year's gift to @glennbenglish. Just started reading it myself and it couldn't possibly be more of what I need to see, right now. Completely on point, wholly attuned to what I'm presently sensing and curious about and inspired by, and infinitely humbling.
  • Warm enough today to play soccer down in our lower field, do a bit of weeding in the garden, and push a nearly-too-big 4 year-old in his
  • New year, new moons, new calendars. Right on, right on.
  • @shelterprotectsyou has been posting images of the wedding she and @sheltercollective had here in September all week. They built this altar for the ceremony, and it's still here, just past the house, on the way to the chicken coop. We pass it every day. Some days, I casually note its beauty and the way it feels like an outdoor church here in our forested cove. Other days I barely register it as I scurry about, doing this and that around the property. Today, though, in the stark, grey, drizzly setting, it was quietly regal. Happy to have had her visuals prompt me to stop, look, and listen to this physical testament to love.

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Monthly Archives: January 2010

Frenemies, Round Two


A temporary truce settles among my animals when the mercury drops. You might remember Dexter’s similar behavior last winter. It’s just one big house of equal opportunity warmth seizers around here.

Little House on the Knob





From last night. I think we’re up to around 9″ right now, with the possibility for more before sundown. Power’s on, though, the wood stove is roasting, sipping a latte, working on the sixth chapter in “Keeping Bees.” So far, so good.


*It’s hard to capture a still photo of dogs who enjoy snow as much as mine. Dexter practically squealed with delight when we let him out (there’s a reason one of his many, many nicknames is “Pig”). At least some members of our household appreciate the white fluff for just what it is.

Here Comes the Snow, Again




Falling on my head like a memory…


That bent birch branch (say that 10 times fast!) in the top photo is a vestige of last month’s snowpocalypse, as is the dismembered top of the magnolia. Here’s hoping for no repeats!

Time For Tea

Happy Friday, everyone! We’re on the verge of yet another wintery blast, slated to make it’s frigid appearance later this afternoon. While I wish we had a bit more firewood on hand (the gentleman we hired to bring us wood has only delivered half of the cord and won’t return my calls inquiring about the other half; if any of you Ashevillians know a reliable source of properly seasoned hardwood firewood, I’d love to hear about them), I think we’ll be good for up to 3-4 days, should we loose power again. Otherwise, we’re set!


My “Small Measures with Ashley” post is up on Design Sponge. Today’s topic, “Time for Tea“, explores the multi-sensory benefits of imbibing tea. I’m drinking a cup of my homemade chai as I type! Nothing like a hearty dose of ginger, honey, spices, and black tea to warm up the belly and fortify the immune system!

Stay warm and dry this weekend!
*Image from here.

Wisdom of the Ancients

The description on my “Wisdom of the Trees “calender for this month indicates that “Trees set a relaxed pace.”


It goes on to say, “Studies suggest that trees have the ability to curb road rage when they’re planted in urban environments. Being enveloped by lush green lanes as opposed to stark surroundings that consist only of asphalt and concrete not only reduces drivers’ blood pressure-it also reduces the perceived time it takes to get from one destination to the next.

How incredibly wise of them.

Much like the cuteness of babies makes you want to stick around and care for all of their many needs, the calming, placating effect of trees makes us want to have them around. The stewardship goes both ways. They purify our air and relax us, while we provide space for them to continue to grow and thrive.

They’ve got us wrapped around their sturdy limbs, haven’t they?

The tree above is the Fortingall Yew in Perthshire, Scotland. It’s estimated age is between 2,000-5,000 years. I’m sure it has some stories to tell. No doubt its charm, and calm, are a testament to its longevity. Perhaps that’s the secret-the more we work towards helping others around us achieve a calm, relaxed state, the more charming we become, and the more lengthy lives we’ll then lead, as they’ll want to keep us around….

For a list of other wise, long-lived trees, look here.

*Image from here.