I started this blog on a hot summer day in 2012. While our screen door banged shut as my swimsuit-clad daughters traipsed in and out of the house, I sat hunched over a keyboard trying to figure out blogging engines and how to upload pictures. All of this was very uncharacteristic of me; I hate figuring things out on computers, I’d always thought blogging was a waste of time–Why don’t people just live their life instead of trying to record it?, and I’d almost always rather be outside than indoors. But that was the day I’d seen Stan building a mini-kayak in our garage and I knew I wanted to write about it.
Suddenly, creating a blog became urgent. I wanted to write about the bright yellow kayak but also about the garlic curing overhead, the tattered lawn chairs piled in the corner, the small greenhouse with the shattered glass, and the debris on the cement floor. I wanted to write about our experiments, ideas, and relationships, without ignoring the messy details. And so while the August sun shone, I began making this site my writing home. Thanks for popping in–I’d love to offer you a cup of chamomile tea from my garden, but all I’ve got here are words. Hopefully some are sharp enough that you start to hear the water boil, see the delicate white petals tumble into the steaming pot, and smell their apple fragrance…
Thanks for reading,
- The names that appear frequently in this blog belong to my husband, Stan, and three daughters, Belén, Susanna, and Vivian.
- I’ve lived up north (North West Territories) and down south (Bolivia) but am now content to be in the middle of Canada.