A few months after the concussion, and I’m finally feeling like myself again. As I head out our front door each morning, I inhale deeply and am met by a familiar scent. Our chocolate mint and spearmint glow among overgrown grasses.
Our Trees
Two months after moving in, we've filled in our vacant lot with some fruit trees.
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Climate Strike
Today, Greta Thunberg leads the world in a strike against business as usual. Today, I join her.
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Requiem for our Garden
When we moved a few weeks ago, we said goodbye to our hodgepodge garden: the jumble of green we'd planted in spurts of inspiration and frustrated restlessness during our six-month real estate search.
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Our new home
Well. We did it. We bought a house. On a 0.2 acre lot in Charlottesville.
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On Writing a Book
The seed of an idea was planted sometime in 2016. Continue reading…
Gardener’s Notes
The garden we’ve got going in Charlottesville is pretty tiny. But I am so grateful that our friendly landlords who live upstairs not only tolerated, but encouraged us to tear up their back lawn and start planting.
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Dad’s Retirement
My dad retired from his 40-year career today. People ask me what my dad does for work sometimes. And I say, half reverently, half is-this-guy-crazy? that he has worked for Deloitte since he graduated college.
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On Making Decisions
As Lauren and I agonize over where to live, we reflect on the decisions that have shaped where we are today: decisions we have made together, yes, but also the decisions of the groups we have been a part of.
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On Finding Land
I have 608 emails from Zillow in my inbox and yes, I’ve opened all of them. We want to find land to pursue forest gardening and community building. We are looking for a spot among the rolling hills and ridges of the central Piedmont region of Virginia, the foothills of the Blue Ridge mountains. Continue reading...
Berries and Figs 