We have four eggs now. Wait, no. Scratch that. Mama Bird Robin has four eggs and is letting us peek at them once in a while. She scolds me from the top of the garage when I peek in, but I can't help it. I'm enamored.
Things I love: poetry and precise words, kitchen gardens, wildflowers, photography, the natural world, walking in the woods, geography and culture and a sense of place, thunderstorms, yoga, letterpress artwork, knit objects, earth tones, chai tea, little birds, the ocean, wool, thick books to get lost in, ecotones and diagrams, sheep and llamas and goats, handwritten letters, the body (mine and yours).