The day after Thanksgiving, every year, is Decorating Day in the Dingle house. On that day, the boxes come down from the barn and... Read More
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… on an unexpected christmas gift
So it was Christmas Eve, and I was all excited. But also behind. As in I had one more bed to make and a... Read More
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… on christmastime uncurated
I love old radiators. When we bought The Inn*, there was a lot of broken… floors… windows… ceilings… I don’t mean, ‘sort of not... Read More
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… on warm and welcomed distractions
I’d been working on a writing piece on and off all day yesterday, and it was kicking my butt big time. No idea why,... Read More
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… on haven-ly visions (also, critters)
Okay, so. January. The seeds of the idea for additions and changes in next season’s garden usually begin to sprout (pun absolutely intended) in... Read More
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… on connecting dots (backward)
I am a sucker for a good graduation speech. Love ’em. Some of my faves are Conan O’Brian’s to Dartmouth in 2011, Dr. Rick... Read More
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… on a delayed gift, acorn to oak
There’s a baby oak tree in the potting room sink. Five years ago, on an August afternoon in North Carolina, I sat with JoHn... Read More
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… on a party of five at sea
This past Tuesday, five women stepped aboard a boat and headed toward a dream. Okay, that’s too flourish-y, too much. This past Tuesday, five... Read More
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… on ten core values for people-ing
Last week, I had lunch with a very close and very old – like, not old but long-time – friend. Along the hours (yep!), and... Read More
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… on blooming and resting (and budding)
Some – not all – just some crabapple trees work so hard blooming up a storm one year, they need a longer-than-twelve-month break before... Read More
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… on gardening in and out of a pandemic
May in Maine finds the gardens still at their beginnings. The forsythia still have not quite gone from sunny yellows to greens and the... Read More
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… on this mother’s day morning
It’s early when I step onto the porch. The air is silent and still, infused with the notion of leftover moonlight. The first bird... Read More