If you follow my Instagram feed, you’ll know that I’m back in Italy this week, sans The Professor; it’s the first International trip I’ve made by myself – a feat that is, by some estimations, a miracle because I’m incredibly directionally challenged, as in ‘any way I’m facing is North’.
My father passed away three days before 9/11 in 2001; he’d been diagnosed with cancer just 18 months prior and even though we knew what was coming, I’m not sure you’re really ever prepared for someone you love to pass from this life into the next.
The light. Have you ever noticed how the light changes with the seasons? The days are definitely shorter but the light seems ‘cooler’ as well but maybe that’s my imagination?
‘. . . run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.’ ~Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar I could be cleaning my house, running the sweeper, mopping the floors, dusting the furniture or balancing my checkbook; I could be in my kitchen putting pie crusts together, baking muffins, biscotti, scones and quiche.
We’re three weeks in to the new semester for The Professor (hey, that rythms!) and our fall calendar is color-coded with activites through December; way back when I was a single mom, I assumed, incorrectly, that when my kids were grown and on their own, life would slow down.
Can you believe it’s September???? Does this surprise you as much as it does me???? And why am I using multiple question marks?
Hard Cider has quite the colorful history here in America; in fact, during Colonial times in the Eastern States, Cider was more popular than beer, wine or whiskey.
I have a guilty pleasure. Actually more than one but I’m only going to out myself with this: I have a thing for hot dogs.
I will always hold a special place in my heart for The Big Potluck – it was the very first ‘conference’ I attended after launching Smith Bites; it was also the first time I’d traveled sans The Professor since we had married.
The summer air is warm and muggy; grated metal chairs surround outdoor tables waiting for guests to appear.
I left my home in Washington State in 1996 and remember writing the word ‘Rome’ in my journal; I had never traveled out of the country and had absolutely no reason to think I would be going to Europe let alone Italy, any time soon.
It’s glorious here in the Midwest this time of year; yes, it’s hot and yes, the bugs are out in full force, but nearly every day is blue sky and white clouds.
Well we’re home; a little jet-lagged but home and sleeping in our own bed after a 24-hour travel day.
We’re here in Italy for the next 7 days; it felt as if we were coming home – that familiar feeling of seeing good friends, laughing and catching up and seeing the beautiful Villa Boccelli.
The Professor and I are headed off for Italy to attend Jovial’s Culinary Getaway, Gluten-Free Italian Style; we’re attending as particpants this time and I have to say, we’re pretty excited.
I’m not sure there has ever been a winter when I waited for spring to arrive with as much anticipation as this last one; it was a winter that just kept on giving and would not quit.
We’ve just come off of one of the best weekends we’ve enjoyed in a long time; it was one of those weekends where even though there were many items on my ‘to-do’ list, I was successful in setting it all aside and forced myself to just ‘be’.
We’ve waited two years to bring bees to the Smith Bites Homestead – and yesterday our journey of helping to rebuild honeybees in our area began.
The month of May is Celiac Awareness month. And while I could rattle off the numbers of people who have Celiac or some form of wheat intolerance or allergy, I’m going to share some of our family’s story instead.
A few weeks ago our oven bit the dust and not that there’s ever a ‘good’ time to replace a major appliance, but this was particularly painful as we’ve planned to install a much needed fence.