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  • Dinner tonight was essentially spring in a bowl: Pappardelle in homemade ramp pesto with asparagus, green beans, sundried tomatoes, @hickorynutgap sausage, olives, and Smoking J's Roasted Red Pepper Mash.
  • When I say that you really need this Rhubarb Buttermilk Bread in your life, I wholeheartedly mean it. Find the recipe today over on small measure (link is in my profile).
  • It's not everyday that I get to picnic amongst pink ladyslipper orchids, smack dab in the middle of the forest, surrounded by delicious foods, and in the company of woman equally passionate about food, gardening, and the natural world. No, that day happens but once a year, when I am beyond honored to be invited to Barbara Swell's annual Ladies Ladyslipper Boozy Picnic. Libations were sipped, delicacies were consumed, the lady slippers were honored, travel and love stories were recalled, and there might have even been a wild turkey call or two made (raising hand-and Mr. Turkey even replied to two of my calls!!!). Today was a mighty fine day. || Brought my Buttermilk Rhubarb Bread to the picnic, pictured in the bottom of the photo (recipe is in
  • Such a wealth of skilled and talented bakers can be found in this area. Shown here are three goodies my friend @oldworldlevain had available this weekend at the Asheville Artisan Bread Festival. I bought all of them, along with a loaf of her Raisin & Flax bread, and treats from @chickenbridgebakery and Flat Rock Bakery. So much deliciousness!
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  • What I love about ephemerals is that they force you to be fully present, fully engaged. What is blooming or on display today could be gone tomorrow. Ephemerals remind me to pay attention, to live more attentively and lovingly, every single day. || The exquisite blooming wisteria pergola, at its peek right now @biltmoreestate.
  • Sittin' in the mornin' sun, I'll be sittin' when the evening come. || Absolutely glorious day @biltmoreestate!
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  • Currently, in our kitchen. || Wishing you and yours a cozy, comfy weekend.
  • Happy Friday from me and my mini me (image from spring 2014, taken by @timrobisonjr). || New
  • Green eggs & ham and buttermilk biscuits for work/lunch at home today. Made a ramp & wild garlic scape pesto with ramps from our patch and scapes from the property, then whisked it into scrambled eggs, as well as drizzled it atop. Going to miss those ephemerals when their time passes soon!
  • Taking it back to October 21st, 2011 for today's #tbt, when we celebrated our little guy's first birthday up at Sky Top Orchard. in Flat Rock, NC. We used to say his cheeks were made of jam in those days as they were so doughy and smooshy that they looked like jam-filled doughnuts.
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Dirt Doesn’t Hurt

Those of you know that know me personally are aware of the sort of house I try to keep (when the fastidious folks at Martha Stewart Living recently published a special “Best Of” organizing magazine, I was all over it). However, those of you that have known me for a long time (Mom, Dad, brothers & sisters-I’m looking at you) know that, well, let’s just say, the old brown mare, she ain’t what she used to me.

Sure, I still leave the kitchen spotless before going to bed every night (I mean, really, who wants to start the day staring down a messy kitchen?), and I have maintained a very close relationship with my broom for eons (so much so, in fact, that “broom” was one of Huxley’s first words). That said, with Huxley and Hubs in my life, let alone a menagerie of dogs, cats, friends and forest grime, dust bunnies move along like tumbleweed considerably more than they used to and my pantry and drawers aren’t quite up to the rigorous organizational standards I’ve held myself to since I was, oh, 7 years old.

But enough of all that. Life is messy, and glorious, all at once. And that’s exactly what I’m chatting about in my column this month in Verve. There might be a bit more dirt on the floors. The basement might exist in a perpetual state of undoing. There might be dust on the ceiling fan blades. But there’s laughter coming from the baby, kisses from the big guy, belly rubs with the furry beasts, and so. much. happiness.

*Image by Lynne Harty.

4 Responses to Dirt Doesn’t Hurt

  • Mariah says:

    Love this! My home is beyond disorganized at the moment and it will be that way for awhile! I know one day my house WILL be organized, clean, quiet and oh-so-lonely! I figure I'll enjoy the kiddos while they're kiddos, then throw myself into scrubbing later. Thanks for the reminder that we are ALL fighting the same battles.

  • Christine says:

    I love your attitude! I think I'll borrow it!

  • Grace says:

    Dust bunnies?

    Amateur.

    We have dust bears!

  • This is a great reminder. Although I long for a completely organized and tidy home it's good to remember that there are more important things in life.