In our family, Sunday afternoon means a shared meal around a large, worn table. Everyone is included; the children squeeze in between adults and the volume increases dramatically. The food isn’t fancy or fussy but warm and nourishing and delicious. There is always dessert (usually one of those doctored-up cakes with fruit and maybe whippedContinue reading “Sunday Lunch”
Long summer days make room for the things that seem to get squeezed out of those quick winter hours, lost in between the layered armor of wool and down, simple pleasures that need the sun to coax them out and warm breezes to get ’em moving.
After years of living in almost every corner of Nashville, separately and then together after we married, Michael and I finally moved out to the country. We have coyotes in our back field and limited internet service and beauty as far as the eye can see. We only have two neighbors and one of themContinue reading “But We Trust”