Loaves

Chocolate Chip and Walnut Banana Bread

Saturday started with bright warm sunshine. It shone a steady stream of light through the windows. These days call for crackling wood stove fires. And freshly baked bread. Enjoy your weekend! xo Jodi      

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Queen Anne’s Lace and Feral Apple Jelly

I feel my best when I'm outside, among the trees, in a meadow, or beside a stream. Where I can see the sun shining, feel the wind blowing, and hear the birds singing. Add some wild edibles or medicinal plants to harvest and I'm in heaven. Yesterday we picked Queen Anne's Lace, also known as… Continue reading Queen Anne’s Lace and Feral Apple Jelly

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Strawberry Season

Strawberry season for us in New England is a few weeks away. There really is something about sitting in a field full of strawberry plants, the sun shining down on your face, the birds singing and the smell of life in the air. I've always loved quiet moments, those moments you smile to yourself because… Continue reading Strawberry Season

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Days of May

May brings morning rain on rosa multiflora. And morning light on made beds. May brings awakening wild food. And blooming forest floors. The colorful copper birch leaves emerge. Violets come into view. May is when we gather the petals. Simple syrup will sweeten drinks for weeks to come. May brings soft breezes through open windows.… Continue reading Days of May

Essays

Mother

We all have or have had one. The woman who gave birth to us and/or took care of us, whether we appreciate her or resent her, she helped us grow into the people we are today, good or bad. I hope that you are in contact with your mother if you can be. I hope… Continue reading Mother

Essays

Summer In Gilmanton

Bike tires on dirt roads The wind whipping past my ears Listening for frogs Jumping in the babbling brooks along the way To The Farm Red Barn, yellow house Tall grass in need of mowing Steps made out of granite, framed by Brown-eyed Susans Two old rocking chairs adorn the porch, strewn with fire wood… Continue reading Summer In Gilmanton

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September

There's something special about September in New England. The days are cooler but the sun still brings warmth. Flowers still bloom. Wishes can still be made. There's a golden hue to the sun filtering in through the windows and splashing across the hardwood. It's still warm enough for strawberries. But cool enough for fires in… Continue reading September

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Change, the only constant

Heart-shaped, fluffy white clouds in the blue sky. Purple and pink sky in the morning. A sure sign of an oncoming storm. Snow can change the landscape dramatically. And it sure is fun to play in. Peaking through the hemlock boughs as Ethan prepares to sled down the big hill. Have you ever browned butter?… Continue reading Change, the only constant

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New Year

Each year goes by faster than the one before.  Just like everyone else, I'm finding my way. We celebrated my birthday a few weeks ago. I've been on this planet for thirty-five years. We finally had some snow. I spy Ethan. Do you? This is our bedroom window on a cold winter's morning. I'm in… Continue reading New Year

Essays

Christmas Eve

It's Christmas Eve. I'm five years old. I'm lying in bed watching the light stream through the vinyl blinds. It's nighttime but the moon is bright and it's being reflected off the snow that is blanketing the ground. I'm supposed to be sleeping. I can hear music coming from the other room. I lift the… Continue reading Christmas Eve