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  • The garden got blanketed with what I'm hoping was winter's last gasp this past week. I'm ready for those snow-covered strawberry beds in the foreground to start putting out juicy fruits, for Huxley to dig in his sandbox again, for cocktails at sunset on the pergola, and for conversing with soil and seeds once more. Spring is coming. Really started to feel it this weekend.
  • Scotch eggs of supreme deliciousness can be had on the regular at @kingjamesavl. @glennbenglish and I savored these beauties today alongside dirty rice fritters, gumbo with poutine, and @sunbursttrout smoked trout dip, all wonderful. There was also a pint of Appalachian Brewery porter that I have to have more of. Oh, and old school White Stripes on rotation. Great food, great atmosphere.
  • Confession: until last night, I had never had honest to goodness snow cream. @glennbenglish whipped up a tasty batch with vanilla and nutmeg, and we enjoyed it alongside @oldworldlevain's heavenly frangipane tartlettes with fresh cranberries, orange peel, and cinnamon. Snow-pretty AND tasty.
  • Scattered, smothered, and covered. Snowy day in the cove!
  • We three Englishes do so very much love snow. Forecast to receive between 3-6 inches tonight! @glennbenglish captured Huxley and I taking in the view on his way back to the house after locking up the chickens.
  • Woke up to overnight snowfall, always a treat. Then heard from my neighbor Lynn, a licensed massage & bodywork therapist, that the snow was preventing her from getting in to her clients in town and, as a result, she had an opening in her schedule and could give me a massage. Whenever she travels, I pet-sit her cat Sophie, and in exchange she trades me a massage. Not only is she a seriously stellar masseuse, she also is an aromatherapist, a Jin Shin Jyutsu practitioner (a kind of Japanese acupressure technique), and is certified in neuromuscular therapy. So when I get a massage from her, I receive this healing trifecta involving scent, body, and spirit. Plus, in all honesty, I feel like this woman is actually imbuing my body with love when she works on me. I left her house feeling light and bright, and nourished. She has offices in Asheville and Johnson City, TN (the home massages are reserved for family and neighbors!). If you're looking for a rich, wonderful, deeply healing massage, please consider Lynn. You can find her information at www.lynnbernatsky.com. || I passed our bamboo grove and its tiny creek on my walk over to Lynn and Steve's; it somehow spoke to me of good things in store.
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  • Spotted Quench in the wild today.Always a thrill to see my books out in the big world, and rubbing elbows with friends @thejoyofcooking, no less!
  • Good day to be in western NC. View of Mt.  Pisgah from the top of our road.
  • You will not pass! || Our shorty with his soul sister Raeglan, adventuring in our woods two days ago. @thebriere4
  • Batman Begins. You ought to hear his 4 year-old take on Batman's gravelly, husky whisper.
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Weekend Review

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Happy Monday, everyone, and happy Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, as well! Here’s one of his many sage, powerful, love-based quotes that I just adore:

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. 

Amen to that! The sun finally returned to the cove Friday morning, so we got outside and milked as much soaking rays as we could. Our Southern & Indian mash-up meal at the Orris’s on Friday evening was stellar. A culinary combination I highly recommend and intend to pursue. Black Mountain called its siren song to us Saturday, so we headed east for eats and playtime.

Love that cozy mountain town. I’m attached to our property here in the cove, but Candler completely lacks anything in the way of, well, anything. There are neither cafes, nor restaurants, nor book stores, nor coffee shops, nor general stores, nor garden centers, nor any kind of business that would speak to us in the Candler area. Meanwhile, Black Mountain has pubs and natural foods stores and public pools and Thai restaurants (!) and wood-fired pizza joints. One day, if we have our druthers, we’ll find a nice, private plot of land and perhaps build our dream home out that way. For now, though, we just enjoy the town as guests and pine for it after we leave.

Sunday Huxley and I stayed in our p.j.’s all day long, playing, singing, dancing, cuddling, and just going slow. My kind of day.

Here’s a photo play-by-play of what went down:

*Dinner at the Orris’s (with Rob and Karie, too, seated on the right-side of the table).
*Pork vindaloo, green beans with mustard seeds, and cardamom cornbread (my new favorite thing).
*Karie’s delicious winter squash, tahini, and chickpea salad.
*My carrot pie (riddled with cardamom, cinnamon, black pepper, and ginger).
*Brunch and coloring at Morning Glory Cafe.
*Huxley is a swing addict.
*Lake Tomahawk.
*Six ducks ‘a quacking.
*View of the Seven Sisters mountain range.
*Sliding in style.

And, AND, last night, we had a bit of a big sleeping routine breakthrough. Huxley slept in his bed  from 9:30-3:30. Six hours alone, people! When he woke up and cried out for me, I moved him into my bed, but at 5:30 a.m., he tearfully, desperately asked me to put him back in “my big boy bed, Mama!”, where he slept for another 2 1/2 hours. Massive.

The funny thing is that the transition seems a bit harder for me than for him. When he got in bed with me, I had this immediate fleeting thought of “Oh, good. Now I can sleep.” I’m just so incredibly used to having him beside me, hearing him breathe, knowing he’s well-covered with blankets, that sleeping without him is presenting an adjustment on my end that I hadn’t anticipated. Oh, we mothers do hover, and fret, and worry, don’t we? Meanwhile, he’s moving on, growing up, letting go. I suppose I should follow suit.

Here’s wishing the week ahead is filled with health and happiness for you and yours!

*If you’re so inclined, you can see many more photos from our escapades here. 

 

 

14 Responses to Weekend Review

  • Michele says:

    Your blog takes me back a few years to our family’s back-to-the-land period. Circumstances change, but raising kids, living a simple life, those are years I wouldn’t trade for anything!

  • Christa Hamilton says:

    I feel the same way about Black Mountain. I love that place. That little community is so sweet and has a mesh of metro & country.

  • Suzy Phillips says:

    You are such an inspiration! I love Black Mountain as well, starting in March (fingers crossed) I will start market dinners there, taking on the “Market Suppers” from the West Asheville Tailgate market to other tailgate markets and supporting all farmers in the area, big plan for 2013!

  • tess says:

    Oh, goodness, how I love the relative emptiness of a queen-sized bed just for two adults. But my husband still misses the kids in bed with us, even though our youngest stayed in our bed til she was FIVE! She’s nine now, and he’s still SO happy when she climbs into bed with him (I’m outta there!) on weekend mornings and they prop themselves up on pillows and read their own books. BUT when she first left our bed, I too, felt that I couldn’t really sleep til she climbed back in. Good luck! Two steps forward, one step back (and just now and then 1 step forward, 2 steps back, that’s okay too)!

  • Annie says:

    We miss our son in the bed, but he sleeps way better in his own bed. Our compromise is to check on him before we go to bed, tuck him in, give him kisses (make sure he’s breathing).

  • Rachel R. says:

    I love reading your blog, Ashley! You live the kind of life that I’m pining for as I get older. Congratulations on Huxley sleeping in his own bed! It was also hard for me to let my daughter be on her own. We co-slept then she slept in her crib in our room until she was around six months when we made the switch to her room. To my sadness, she immediately took to it from that first night. She slept much better when she was alone and never wanted to come back in with us. In fact, when I try to get her to nap in bed with me (she’s now 17 months), she refuses. She won’t sleep with anyone; she has to be alone. This initially broke my heart, but she’s very independent; I have to admit that it’s been much better sleeping for everyone this way.

  • mandi@herbanhomestead says:

    Way to go Huxley! And hugs to you mama. I know this feeling. My son, now 6, hasn’t been in bed with us in years. But the other night when we crawled in it felt so satisfactory. My heart was full.
    And Black Mountain, sigh… I live in Central Texas, but find myself a couple of times a month perusing the N. Carolina Craigslist for land around Black Mountain. Loved it there.

  • Jo says:

    Ashley, I’m right there with you on the co-sleeping. My little one moved into his own bed a few months ago (albeit right next to our bed) I was so excited about getting a good sleep but when he fell asleep in his own bed I felt so lost and lonely! I think the first night I just picked him up and put him into bed with me after he fell asleep. Now he crawls into bed with us early in the morning and l love that snuggle time.
    Ps. I have recently started following your blog and love it. You are one very talented lady.

  • Melanie says:

    My heart skipped a few beats as i read about your love for Black Mountain, as I share the same love for that small mountain town. I too am down in central texas and dream of the day we will get to live up there with you fine folks. Its truely the best of both worlds! For now I am down here, loving life, but dreaming of all the possiblities. Congrats on the good rest, or should i say the furture good nights rest, once you adjust :)

  • Amie says:

    Love that MLK quote! Thanks for sharing. I love following Huxley and you through the blog and am envious of your homestead. We currently are living with water as our backyard and do a garden with some friends, but someday hope to go back to a big garden!

  • ddu says:

    We always make a pilgrimage to that little bakery around the corner from The Silvery Moon for carb-laden provisions before heading up to Montreat for a creekside picnic. Black Mountain is a jewel! Best wishes!

  • amanda (sweetpotatoclaire) says:

    you were right down the road! claire and I hang at the lake a bit, or up in montreat. we are about a mile and a half from lake tomahawk~ maybe one day we can meet up at the park and chat while the kiddos swing and chase ducks. we LOVE it here, but also dream of finding that perfect plot of land near to town (yet also far enough out) to call home one day…. we have crammed about all we can into our 1/3 of an acre in town!

    I hear you on the sleeping milestones. claire has been spending at least part of the night in her own bed for about a year now, (usually calling for me to come in at some point or, lately, crawling in with us around 4 or 5am and dozing back off) and just last night she slept ALL NIGHT LONG (as in, like, 10 1/2 hours!) in her own room. gotta say, come morning, I kinda missed that snuggling. I wished and wished for our bed all to our grownup selves for so long, and now that I actually have a frame of reference growing in terms of “this will not really last forever”, I feel myself not minding the night time snuggles and calls for mama all that much. usually, anyway ;)

  • Leid says:

    Hi Ashley, I am new to your blog and so far have enjoyed it! We coslept with both our daughters, the oldest being 23 now and our youngest just turned 14. Obviously, they no longer share our bed but I spend time snuggling with each one in their beds for a few minutes each night before they go to sleep and I wouldn’t trade that few minutes for a million bucks! After I help them “get their beds warm” I head off to my own space and we all sleep soundly and comfortably! Those few minutes we spend talking in the dark are memories I hope to take with me into old age and my girls will hopfully carry this night time tradition into their own families some day!