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Postcard 11: one week to go

September 29, 2017March 16, 20183 Comments

It's hard to believe that three weeks have already elapsed since we boarded a plane in Chicago bound for Ireland. Three weeks together as we have explored the country from east to west, south to north, then southward once more. And what a few weeks it has been! During our travels we've steeled our courage … Continue reading Postcard 11: one week to go

Postcard 10: simple is best

September 28, 2017March 16, 20185 Comments

I wonder what it says about us that after circumnavigating this entire country, our two favorite destinations have been a day spent on a quiet, magical back road in Southern Ireland (rolling uphill, hanging gifts on a fairy tree, and hiking off trail to a waterfall) and another spent at the northernmost part of Ireland, picking polished rocks … Continue reading Postcard 10: simple is best

Postcard 9: go with the flow

September 26, 2017March 16, 20182 Comments

The very first time I took my kids on a month-long road trip (when they were just seven and three), the theme I made up for our trip was "go with the flow". I wanted them to embark with open, flexible attitudes, ready to roll with the inevitable bumps in the road before us. And … Continue reading Postcard 9: go with the flow

Postcard 8: balance

September 22, 2017March 16, 20182 Comments

How behind I am on sharing postcards from the road! It's been a full few days, and internet has been spotty. But we're still at it, working our way slowly around the island.  For the past week or so we've been moving to a new destination every two days. While at the beginning of our … Continue reading Postcard 8: balance

Postcard 7: take the detour

September 19, 2017March 16, 2018Leave a comment

Whether in life or in travel, it's easy to get caught up in our heads and focus only on our agenda, expecting things to unfold in the way we've scripted in our minds. Our destination in mind, rather than the journey. But I propose that in life (and in travel) it's almost always a better … Continue reading Postcard 7: take the detour

Postcard 5: to the sea

September 14, 2017March 16, 20184 Comments

Before we left home we were fairly laid back about planning our actual stopping points while in Ireland. We wanted to be free to linger somewhere that spoke to us, or add detours as we wished along the way. Our first pre-planned stop, however, was the Dingle Peninsula where we had reserved a cottage and … Continue reading Postcard 5: to the sea

Postcard 4: magic afoot!

September 12, 2017March 16, 20182 Comments

Before we left Wisconsin we made an eclectic list of things that each of us most wanted to do during our month in Ireland. On everyone's list was the goal of finding a "magic road" – a spot where your car seems to defy physics and roll, in neutral, up hill. How could we resist … Continue reading Postcard 4: magic afoot!

Postcard 3: first day of homeschool

September 11, 2017March 16, 2018Leave a comment

We decided that we'd pick a day early in our trip to call our "first day of (home)school" for 2017. (Just for fun.) Because even thought we're learning all the time – now more than ever – we always get a kick out of choosing a random day and calling life "school" once more. And … Continue reading Postcard 3: first day of homeschool

Postcard 2: steeped in history

September 8, 2017March 16, 2018Leave a comment

We set off by foot to explore Dublin for a day. We wandered throughout the city, from quiet parks and busy neighborhoods to bustling downtown. Even crossing the street here is an adventure, with Lupine clutching my hand and calling "RUN!" each time we venture across, while I simultaneously yell, "Run for your lives!" to … Continue reading Postcard 2: steeped in history

Postcard 1: Arrival in Dublin

September 6, 2017March 16, 20184 Comments

After a long day of travel and on an hour or so of sleep, we rolled into Dublin as the sun rose over Ireland. We found our way to our Air B&B and gratefully bathed, ate, and (despite our best efforts to not nap until dark) fell asleep mid-day Irish time – exhausted, excited, and … Continue reading Postcard 1: Arrival in Dublin

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I've been thinking a lot these days about the impa I've been thinking a lot these days about the impact of our belongings. Clothes, bedsheets, lamps, shoes... all of the things we surround ourselves with to make our lives more beautiful and functional. 

I’ve been a devoted second-hand shopper for ages. But going a year with almost no thrifting (on account of COVID) gave me pause. Because I didn't want to swap out second hand for new, yet kids kept growing, mugs kept breaking, clothes kept tearing. Mostly, we avoided buying things like clothes and home goods during 2020, but needs/wants did arise, and we found workarounds to buying new.

I shared this photo in my stories yesterday with the caption "more sustainable stuff", and shared where each item pictured came from. Nothing was purchased new except my socks, and all of it was given new life by landing in our home.

When we wanted an area rug for our living room, I was hoping to avoid buying new for a laundry list of reasons. So I posted to our local free group and a neighbor gave us the one pictured. I'm absolutely smitten by it! My boots (@duckfeetusa) were found gently used on eBay. My wool socks came from a discount store many years ago, and they've since been many times mended (using the technique taught in @thefarwoods book, Mending Life). My velvet leggings came from the thrift store pre-covid, and my wool dress is homemade from fabric I bought from the small, independent seller @hobbyfabric (I'll share a proper picture of the dress soon, if you'd like). 

Sewing my own clothes again has made me reevaluate how many pieces I really need in my closet. The notion of a minimilistic collection is speaking strongly to me right now–just a few handmade or thrifted pieces that I truly adore. Items I take excellent care of, treasure, and love. After spending a month abroad with only four outfits, I know how very little we truly need.

I asked you all how you reduce the impact of the things you own, & I got dozens of replies! I've shared a few in my stories this morning. I hope they inspire you to lighten your footprints as well.

What do you struggle with when it comes to being more sustainable in your purchasing? Is it a struggle, a welcome challenge, or both?
Lemon, lavender, and yarrow digestive bitters? Yes Lemon, lavender, and yarrow digestive bitters? Yes, please. 

You said you wanted a recipe, and here it is. Swipe left, or head to the blog for a more detailed version. Do you make a habit of drinking bitters? What’s in your favorite formula?
Foraging parsnips I headed out to the garden befo Foraging parsnips

I headed out to the garden before the rain with a shovel, my gloves, and curiosity. I lacked a as plan, but knew there were beds to prep and weeds to clear before we could sow. 

I didn’t expect to spontaneously dig 10 lbs of sweet, succulent wild parsnip from a retired hugelkultur bed, but here we are. 

Wild (invasive + photo toxic) parsnip is no different than the parsnips you’d buy at the store. Sure, they might not look as refined, but what they lack in uniformity they make up in flavor and expense.

Here in Wisconsin, wild parsnips cause no shortage of mischief and misery. On sunny days, bruising their leaves against your skin (say by hiking through a patch) can result in abundant fluid-filled blisters. We first learned about parsnip some 17 years ago when Pete cleared a patch that towered above his head one August day. He was shirtless and in shorts, and cleared them with a brush cutter. It was horrific. 

But if you’re thoughtful in your harvest (and leave the weed whacker at home), in early spring the freshly foraged roots are absolutely delicious. 

See my story highlights for how to ID parsnip if you’d like to dig your own, or if you’re local, please come over! We’ve acres of the stuff just waiting for you.
Nettles are up! Each year I excitedly await the fi Nettles are up! Each year I excitedly await the first tender nettles of the season. And we always enjoy them in the same way: a big pot of vibrant nettle soup (photo in my stories). In early spring, I honestly can't get enough of this green wonder, and I question how I got by before I knew of all the goodness this common plant ally contains.

My first book, Herbal Adventures, contains loads of information on identifying, harvesting, and enjoying my favorite of all the "weeds". Though my book is out of print, I've got a good supply of copies on hand and we're planting two trees for each copy sold! 🌳🌲

From nettle soup to nettle hair rinse, nettle oxymel to overnight infusion (my daily multi), I've got you covered with all of my go-to recipes. 

Find it through the link in my bio. What’s your experience with nettles? 🌱
Thank you all so much for your beautiful and heart Thank you all so much for your beautiful and heartfelt reflections on my last post. 

Since a few of you asked, no, I’m not planning on disappearing. I’m simply reevaluating how and why I reach out, as well as the virtues and shadows of this space.

Some of you inspired me to consider dusting off my old blog, or exploring other, slower and more intentional avenues to connect, so a heartfelt thanks for that! It seems many of us are craving deeper, more authentic connections—now more than ever. I’ll mull over what that might look like, and share thoughts as they arise.

In other news: the nettles are up! Whoot! 
Happy Sunday, lovelies. 💙
Hello, friend. What a long, quiet spell this has b Hello, friend. What a long, quiet spell this has been! Truthfully, social media is... a little weird for me these days. Is it weird for you? Or wonderful? Or something in between? 

I do wish instead of sharing soundbites here, we could gather in the woods around a crackling fire, to share tea, + exchange stories in a proper, old-fashioned sort of way. That we could take a walk and gather nettles together, + chat about how much we both love spring. But instead, here we are, behind these screens. There's goodness in it, to be sure. It's just that I'm struggling to pick up my device every day to keep in touch. 

I haven't been called to spend much time in this space for nearly half a year. It’s no longer the regular part of my rhythm it once was. And I've been reflecting on the purpose this space serves for us all, and how that's balanced out by the drawbacks we can often feel when we come here day after day, seeking inspiration or distraction (or both).

I started blogging weekly when my kids were 2 and 6. Soon I getting up early and writing daily, sharing stories and photographs of our messy, imperfect, authentic life. And what a delight that was! I did SO enjoy blogging. Through that world, I found a vast community of like-minded mamas, found purpose and meaning as a teacher once again, and discovered my voice as a writer and photographer. 

Times changed, + blogging morphed into social media, + here we are. My kids are 14 + 18. Life is so different now.

And day after day, I find myself called here less and less. For a while I was showing up because I thought that I should, but as I near my 48th birthday, I just can't make myself "should" anymore. Life is too precious for that. 

And the time I once blocked off in my calendar for writing, I'm spending on long walks through these hills. I'm watching the sandhill cranes as they wing home from the sea, filling the valley with their prehistoric calls. I'm listening to the arguments of the redwinged blackbirds as they negotiate their territory lines beside our vast, boggy marsh. I'm laughing aloud with delight at the first, squeaky exhalations of the spring peepers as they peek {continued}...
And just like that, it was winter once again. And just like that, it was winter once again.
Fleeting (2013) There are days when I ache with t Fleeting (2013)

There are days when I ache with this truth.

I feel it in the marrow of my bones.

Clear into my soul.

Because I know.

These days are fleeting.

 

Nothing lasts forever.

Not the sleepless nights of a newborn nor the angst of a pre-teen.

Not the sweet milky smile of a baby nor the quick humor or this half-grown child.

Our life has become this pile of snapshots and in each photo I can see you growing up.

Sometimes it feels so fast I can scarcely breathe.

No, nothing lasts forever.

 

And so I look around and wonder where the time has gone.

It turns out that "this too shall pass," my motto on the hardest days, applies to everyday.

And suddenly I don't want to squander a moment.

Today is fleeting.

And I wonder when my son will be as tall as me.

And when my daughter will no longer curl in my lap and kiss my cheeks.

I wonder at how much longer my arms will be the welcome nest that my children flock to, encircling them as they sleep.

And when they will finally pull away.

And so tonight I will lay beside you until you are soundly dreaming, just in case I wake tomorrow to discover that you've grown up.

 

I will listen to your breathing and remember the days when you were small and sometimes it seemed so hard.

And I wonder why it seemed so hard.

In the darkness I promise myself to lead with my heart.

Always.

To lead with compassion.

Starting now.

I promise myself to stop wasting time speaking words I will regret.

 

I imagine this life with children grown, off to write their own stories and live their own adventures.

And while my mind delights in them finding their wings, my heart weeps at the suggestion.

And there is that ache again.

Perhaps that ache is love.

True, full, indescribable love. The kind that you didn't know existed until you had children of your own.

The kind you can't explain now because language is inadequate.

The kind of love you whisper into small, sleeping ears because you just need them to know what is unknowable.

This much love. (cont. in comments...)
More favorites for springtime fun (from my newest More favorites for springtime fun (from my newest book, The Unplugged Family Activity Book): Wild and Tame Tea Sandwiches! We had so ridiculously much fun on the day we shot these photos just two springs back. Wild pesto (mad with backyard weeds) in tiny fingertip sandwiches, and tea in fancy old tea cups with a gaggle of Lupine’s favorite friends... 

Sigh... I can’t wait until we can gather again! In the meantime, these foraged treasures are perfect for an outdoor, distanced gathering with your quaran-team! 

What spring projects and recipes from the pages of the #unpluggedfamilyactivitybook are you digging as the snow melts?

P.S. THANK YOU for buying my book this past year! Launching during a pandemic was, er, challenging. But you made it a success regardless. You’re the best.

P.P.S. I have books available in my shop, and I plant two trees for each copy sold. Take that, Amazon. Whoot!
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