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HANDMADE GATHERINGS

 

A YEAR OF PIES!

 

HOMEMADE LIVING: HOME DAIRY

 

HOMEMADE LIVING: KEEPING BEES

 

HOMEMADE LIVING: CANNING & PRESERVING

 

HOMEMADE LIVING: KEEPING CHICKENS


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  • This is the reason I call western North Carolina home.
  • Still thinking about the stellar Amberjack pâté and house made pickles that @allsoulspizza chef and co-owner Dave Bauer brought out as a birthday gift during dinner there last night. Amazing!
  • Into the woods....on the trail, hiking Black Balsam.
  • My birthday breakfast view. Pretty good way to start 38!
  • Giving away a copy of my friend Jenna Woginrich's newest book from @roostbooks
  • Giveaway of my book
  • Putting this chair into early retirement today. It has received an abundance of pet love these past 7 years, especially from our Lab Dexter for whom it has served as a sort of
  • Misty mountain mornings are my jam. View from our entry porch, looking towards @entopticon's shop.
  • To camp or not to camp, that is the question...new blog post up on small measure (link is in my profile).
  • The mimosa trees are blooming!
  • Enjoying some rosé and the rosy, crepuscular glow earlier tonight with my shirtless, poochy-bellied boy.
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Remember the Sabbath

It’s Sunday, which means I’m doing things like piling logs into the wood stove (note the spectral reflection?), making a go of it at yeast-based bread-making, working on the Introduction to Raising Chickens, watching the sun set over the mountains from my office window, and looking over old letters from friends, including a correspondence with Ryan Adams from back in ’91. It’s funny, the people you meet, having no idea who they will become. 

The dogs are jostling for ownership of a random animal leg bone they found outside. That’s actually an upgrade from the dead shrew Dexter was running around with this morning. I missed that he’d brought it indoors, where he unceremoniously deposited it beside the dining room table. Country living at its finest.