They Said It Would Change Your Life….
Ever had one of those arguments that changes your relationships when it’s over? I don’t mean the “break-up” fight, no this argument is something different. This one changes how you view yourself and all your relationships. An argument that changes you.
I have experienced one of those with my best friend and it’s been wonderful-terrible. For my entire life food or drink has been a safe haven when I’m feeling blue- aka emotional eater. The argument made me aware of all these crutches. Among other things, it made me re-look at the example I’m setting for my kids.
From pain comes rebirth… Continue reading
Syrup grade samples from last year’s draw. Fancy!
Winter is still nipping at the heels of spring, holding its last bit of ground before releasing us into warmer weather and Vermont’s fifth season – mud season. April is an odd month in Vermont. It can never seem to make up its mind whether it is winter or spring. We have had flurries this along with rainy days that leave every inch of ground like a mud bog followed by clear, sunny days. I, however, love these foggy, rainy spring days. Continue reading
This weekend is my husband’s 42nd birthday. It also happens to be Easter, so family meal is jam packed this weekend. About a year ago my sister-in-law’s boyfriend started called my husband “Big Swing” – cause he’s the “boss” or “El Heffe” or “HMFIC” and I’ve decided after 15 years that when you are the “boss” for long enough It’s hard to not be the “boss” 24/7. We like to make fun, it’s kind of our thing, and “Big Swing” is our tongue and cheek way of saying “yeah, you’re the HMFIC and we know it”. It’s not easy being married to Big Swing when he’s in full “boss man” role, but our lives would not be as fulfilling, secure, or exciting without him. He’s our chief executive officer and he makes all this better. I mean, we all do (just don’t tell Big Swing)… Continue reading
Upper pasture at one of our farms. What dreams are made of….and we are lucky enough to live here every day.
Family meal evokes a myriad of emotional reactions. It can mean joy. It can mean pain. For me, it evokes a feeling of comfort and safety – so I guess I’m one of those lucky bastards that doesn’t have deep emotional scars running through the middle of my universe. Yeah, I’m not – I have no inner demons. I’m basically an average 40 something married mom of two great kids with a fantastic network of family and friends. So when my husband suggested that we host a family meal once a week for our extended family friends, I thought sure. Then I thought about all the dishes I’d have to contend with – but I decided showing our kids what it means to be part of a larger family/community was worth some dishwater hands. Continue reading