The first year we were here, early in winter, I lost my phone. We’d just returned home for the evening that night and I, certain that I’d dropped it on the mile-long trail between camp and the Jeep, took My Native’s phone and a headlight, and traced and retraced my …
Last year at this time, when we were just getting used to the idea of having a Squirrel of our own, I was cleaning up the garden and saw a little kale that I hadn’t remembered planting, just starting to take off. I decided to leave it there, or more …
Despite the fact that this year’s garden looked like its boyfriend just broke up with it and it got a bad haircut the day after it failed the chemistry midterm, and despite the fact that it suffered further abuse at the hands of the chainsaw for the sake of our …
I guess this takes care of my garden neglect guilt.
Imagine you’re eleventy months pregnant when planting the year’s garden. If you can’t imagine yourself at such an unimaginable gestational length of time, I’ll disclose that gardening in such a condition entails rolling between rows on your own girth, or a general butt-scooting amid the feeling that one’s entire …
It’s been a while. Â We’ve been a little busy… Project Cabin is not far from finished, but we had quickly outgrown the “bed” in the Cramper, a bed which earns its quotational glyphs by being, fundamentally, a thirty-year-old piece of foam. Like just about everything in the Cramper, it was …
What you are looking at are the season’s first sprouts of the fanciest and crispest fancy lettuce mix, the evening before they were set outside to soak up some sun. Did you know that, if left outside to soak up some sun, fancy lettuce tends to disappear, all in …
The expansions of living space and living occupants of Cooter Hollow have thwarted any attempts at regular updates, as waddling and face-stuffing, as it happens, takes many precious hours of the ticking stuff. The winter in these parts has been a strange one, leaving us without our expected several feet …
Many ladies finding themselves with occupied uteruses undergo a lengthy period known as “nesting.” As far as I can tell, for most, this involves scrubbing walls with toothbrushes, ceaseless knitting, and looking dreamily at onesies on the internet. For me, it means hanging insulation and hoisting sheets of OSB into …
The other night I was shaken awake a few hours early to be informed that my Native was heading to the bathroom. Now, this is not an issue of conjoined-at-hip extreme co-dependency, but an act of courtesy we always extend the other before leaving camp, so that the remaining mate …
