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  • 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.
  • The chickens told me they much prefer the rain this week to last week's frigid weather, thank you very much. I couldn't agree more.
  • These potatoes @tableasheville changed my culinary life. They called them hash browns, but they were unlike any I'd had before. Par-baked perhaps, smashed into halves I'm guessing, and then roasted and maybe finished with a quick fry in the skillet and scattered with large sea salt granules? Whatever the method, the result was a creamy, yellow center and a crispy, salty exterior. Quite possibly the best hash browns I've ever had.

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Weaponry

Woman At Arms

I found my gun. Or, rather, it found me.

Longtime readers might recall back in February, when I mentioned my interest in learning to hunt with a group of similarly-minded ladies. I’ve been caught up in all sorts of other things in the ensuing months, writing, gardening, chasing after a rapid-fire baby (toddler!), and generally living life. Hunting, and marksmanship, and gun knowledge have been kind of sidelined while I make my way through these busy days.

And then, out of nowhere, my gun walked into my life. A dear friend of Hubs’ came to visit us last week. He brought with him the gun you see pictured above. Never before fired, this gun, a Browning A-Bolt Stainless Steel 7MM Remington Magnum with Leupold scope, came with him, and was graciously, generously, incredibly thoughtful gifted to me. It’s an exquisitely crafted machine, and I feel a river of gratitude for such a gift.

I haven’t fired it yet (although I did try out a shotgun our friend also brought with him). I’m still just sort of in awe of it. Every time I hold it, I keep thinking “I’m holding a lethal weapon, I’m holding a lethal weapon.” I hope I never stop thinking that way. I hope I never loose the profound recognition that guns are deadly, and that they’re also very meaningful tools.

This journey is just beginning. I’ll keep you posted as it unfolds.

*I wanted to take a minute to address concerns that have arisen given the timeliness of this post and the recent shooting rampage, and subsequent loss of precious lives, in Colorado. That was a senseless tragedy. Personally, however, I see no connection between my interest in learning to hunt for my own food, with a weapon I highly respect and intend to use conscientiously, and what happened out there.

I understand that the image of a gun can illicit strong reactions. That said, this is an interest I intend to pursue, and gun imagery may appear here periodically. If the sight of someone holding a weapon, with the intention of providing food for their family, offends you, then small measure might not be the best blog for you.

I understand that this is a controversial issue that invites passionate sentiment, but this post, and my feelings surrounding the choice to hunt for my own food, aren’t a solicitation for fiery comments. This is a personal blog, chronicling my and my families experiences in homesteading. For a spirited debate on the issue of guns and gun ownership, there are numerous sites better suited to the topic.