Ever have one of those weeks?

Yes, you know you have.

Where I'm From

"If you don't know where you're from, you'll have a hard time saying where you're going."

-Wendell Berry

I am from organic yogurt, from Guterman thread and Berninas.

I am from the bungalow where I have forged roots, complete with too many zucchini and failing air conditioner.

I am from the wild strawberries, the rogue violets by ancient European graves.

I am from craftsmen and women who create with their hands, from Dice and Lourena and Hazel.

I am from split lips in winter and Cowboy singers,

From do unto others and turn off that television and make something.

I am from Presbyterian roots, broadened and defined by pain and loss. All that is left of me is a humanist glimmer of faith, quietly observing the changing seasons with my Son Who Should Be.

I'm from the Cottonwood prairie, from chicken soup (homemade noodles!), and sun-warmed tomatoes,

From the grandfather with verboten M&Ms in his pocket, the grandfather and his basement workshop.

I am from the box in the closet, urn on the mantle, frames and photographs on our hallway wall, and rocking chair that soothes the little ones to sleep.

Dirty Dirt Dirt

As spring quickly approaches it is time to get back outside and boot up the garden. Our first task this year was to fill the raised beds that little B and I built frames for last year.

This job requires three things:

Dirt

Manpower

and Wheelbarrow Rides!!!

A special thanks to Jake, Sarah, Finn, Colleen, Andy, Uncle Scott, and Opa Pratt for all their hard work. Need more Bennett and Finn pictures? Visit Speedville.

X-mas Eve

To infinity...

...and beyond! On a frog rocket ship.

Canfield Fair 2010

Missouri

A few more from our trip to Missouri