A weekend in a small village
We spent two slow days in a small village and did almost nothing, on purpose.
Small notes on everyday things
We spent two slow days in a small village and did almost nothing, on purpose.
This year I decided to finally learn to bake bread.
After a few months of second-hand books, three things stand out.
It rained all afternoon, so I made coffee and went back to journaling.
Autumn mornings here start slowly, and I have stopped fighting it.
I made pasta again this week, the way I first learned it.
I gave up on home cooking a few years ago, and this month I started over.
March went by quickly, so here are a few small things worth remembering.
This summer I finally made a dent in the pile of books next to my bed.