Sweatshirt Day
Sweatshirt Day has no date, but you know it when it comes. This year it was September 27: the sweater bag came out, the AC went quiet, the window opened.
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Creek House Wildlife #3: The Ones You Sometimes See
The ground has its own residents, and most of them don’t want to be seen: deer, box turtles, skinks, rat snakes, a mole I know only by his tunnels, and otters I’ve never laid eyes on.
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Why October Through January Is My Happy Place
Most people wait all year for summer. I wait for October through January: the oven back on, Halloween, nine pies, latkes, Christmas lights, and a table full of people against the dark.
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My Kitchen on a Cooking Day
What my kitchen actually looks like mid-project: how I stage a batch-cooking day, the clean-as-you-go deal with Zach, and the someday list for the Creek House kitchen.
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Creek House Wildlife #2: Everyone Else Who Showed Up
The owl wouldn’t be photographed. Everyone else did. A field guide to the loud, feathered, ridiculous cast at our feeders: three woodpeckers, two hawks, a catbird that sounds like a cat, one ghost-white finch, and the geese who own the place.
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The Barred Owl Didn’t Show Up to Be Photographed
A barred owl sat twenty yards off our deck for ten minutes and I had the wrong camera. Phone shots, a call I couldn’t place, and why this isn’t a yard, it’s habitat.
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Friday Roundup #33
Friday Roundup #33: a curious creek-walk doe, our tattoo consults, a great dinner at Noosh, brussels sprouts sprouting, and a Duma Key reread.
