I am all kinds of behind the ball this year. We’re just rolling with it. I didn’t get the saffron buns made in time for a morning celebration of St. Lucia’s Day, so Clara helped me make them after school.
Natten går tunga fjät rund gård och stuva; kring jord, som sol förlät, skuggorna ruva. Då i vårt mörka hus, stiger med tända ljus, Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia. Natten går stor och stum nu hörs dess vingar i alla tysta rum sus som av vingar. Se, på vår tröskel står vitklädd med ljus i hår […]
Jason thinks I get a lot of wild hairs (hares? the all-knowing Internet offered only more confusion). Anyway, Jason thinks I tend toward impulsive, crazy pursuits. He may be right, I’ll give him that, but in my defense, he has no idea how many more plots I reject than the relatively few I pursue. So […]
Why thank you, St. Lucia. I’m not really her, Mommy. I’m just dressed like her.
I take photos of my three kids almost every day and of other people (and places and things) when I get a chance. I love to travel. I quilt and read and organize with great passion and in bursts of creativity and motivation with long (sometimes years-long) breaks in between kicks. I like cooking better than baking. Read More...
