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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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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Thirty-Two Dollars, Four Stops, One Purple Candy Dish I Didn’t Need
I have a rule about thrifting that I break constantly: don’t buy it unless you have a place for it. Reader, I don’t have a place for a purple candy dish. I bought the purple candy dish anyway. Let me walk y’all through the damage. Here’s a thing folks don’t always know about me: I…
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Blogging With Cats – Part 1 of ?
Food blogging in a two-cat house means feline quality control. Finn inspected the chili crisp, put his nose in the lens, and tail-bombed the hero shot.
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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.
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Friday Roundup #32 (First Concert Since March Edition)
Friday Roundup #32: our first concert since March, the great email reckoning, Wicked parts one and two, and the dinner-plate dahlias gone wild in the rain.
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Friday Roundup #31
Friday Roundup #31: a July 4 thunderstorm, a macro session with the garden bees, a big salad craving after too much bo ssam, and re-reading Killers of the Flower Moon.
