File this under: I Can’t Believe I Just Did That The house is a mess. You don’t see that part in virtual book events and pie camps. This is the first time in my entire life that I have not had to worry about who is going to walk through the door, and if my […]
A Later Class
A Later Class The yoga studio I practice at has opened up a location about 20 miles east of me. I know that may seem like a long way to travel for a one hour class, but on occasion I do make the trek as sometimes getting to that 7AM class, even though it is […]
One of Those Days
One of Those Days It’s one of those days. I wake up. Pull back the curtain by my bed. It’s still dark. There is a thin band of light shining round the window shade from the house across the street. I let the curtain drop. Greta is asleep on her bed. Mr Fez is curled […]
A Dream Come True at Pie Cottage
A Dream Come True at Pie Cottage There was a BIG change at Pie Cottage late this week. I’m not sure if it’s symbolic of my life, but an old wall came down and beautiful morning light is now streaming in! Taking out this wall is something that I have wanted to do since I […]
Kindling a Pie-By
Kindling a Pie-By I love Fall. I love its crisp mornings, the bright sun that shines through my windows, the wool blanket I add to my bed and the first wood fires of the season with seasoned kindling that sets the blaze to start. Yesterday when I returned home to Pie Cottage, I opened the […]
Garden Angel
Garden Angel For well over 10 years I’ve lived here in my little blue and teal cottage, which I now call Pie Cottage—part-time that is. During some of those years, except for an occasional check-in, I was away for months at a time having some incredible adventures. Pie CottageOf course, the beautiful garden that I […]
Cord Wood
Cord Wood My morning rhythm has changed. Just two weeks ago, I would get up and mindlessly flip a switch to heat the house before moving on to my coffee ritual. Now, I slip on flip-flops, throw on my black velvet Goodwill robe, the one with an I. Magnin label, my heavy gray work-gloves and shuffle […]