The oh-so-autumn pumpkin display at Killdeer Farmstead, where we sampled teas yesterday.
Misha, setting up those colorful tea tins, boiling water, being bearded.
The sissy visit earlier this month, during which we wore each other’s scarves, ate zealously, drank at the local bar, picked out tiny pumpkins at Cedar Circle, and talked a lot about INTEGRITY.
The photo taken the day we closed on our house, which actually wasn’t quite the real closing, but still we were happy, and afterwards we went to a barn to buy a guy’s old futon frame, and then he showed us his highland cattle, and the view on the top of the hill was stunning, and we like, almost kissed on the lips.
New home hoop dreams. Suburban accents of our new home also include: 2 car garage, porch, vinyl, wood paneling, wood paneling, wood paneling.
Sexy glass jars plus rosemary plus then I added the olive oil. Aaaaaand we’ll sell them with a cute little tag tied around their elegant necks around Christmastime.
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These photos are a random smattering of what’s been going on. Not as photographic highlights (lowlights) from the past month include
packing things into cardboard boxes
doing yoga in the living room
threshing beans in the chilly barn
the return of celeriac
a lot of rain
listening to the Godspell soundtrack on high while Misha’s away
Cabot cheddar.
panache, perhaps 
awesome, as always, and making me hella jell, San Diego style. Lemme know if y’all maybe need summer/fall helping hands–we might flee the SW!
Of COURSE we’d love your helping hands. Want to build a tiny cabin on our hill then live in it for a bit? Let’s talk serious when we talk serious about nuptials. XO!