In the past week I’ve had four friends mention this long lost blog to me. Missing stories, asking about recipes, wondering why I haven’t written here. These mentions have been in person, with friends close and near. I’ve asked, “What would I write about?” as I haven’t been so much of a hard driving home arts badass this year. Confession time:
- I’ve done zero canning this year.
- My tomato harvest is minimal.
- One of my raised vegetable beds in the front consists of zinnias grown for cutting and a volunteer pumpkin. (I did one of those vomiting jack-o-lanterns last Halloween and the plethora of seeds must have made their way into the bed.)
- I pay a housekeeping service to clean my house these days.
- I spend more of my time in outdoor adventures and with friends than I do in homemaking.
But I realize in my conversations with these friends, it’s just the stories of life that they ask about. And I suppose I still have those. Plenty, I’m sure. And I still value the beauty and place of home, and our garden, very much so. I suppose my life view has broadened some, to include more and to adventure more. To risk more, to try new things more. And really, that’s where my love of the home arts began. With trying something new and delving into a part of my life that I held at arm’s length.
I think about the stories I have for you, to share here. From growing my business, to exploring recipes to support weight loss, to learning to love new things like spinning class or dragon boat paddling, to pushing myself to new levels of mountain climbing and running. To losing weight and gaining weight and losing weight and figuring out exactly how I feel about my body and what I’m capable of. Did I mention Pilates? It’s my new love. And then there’s all of the wonderful young people in my life these days. I am indeed, a very proud Nina.
And there’s this evening’s lovely recipe, completely made up, using roasted cherry tomatoes from the garden, topping chicken breasts stuffed with a mushroom/chèvre/garlic/basil combination. It was delicious, by the way. And super healthy. (For me, these days, super healthy equates low carb. Did you see that NY Times article?)
So I suppose I may have stories to share. I just thought I’d check in here, say hello and let you know I miss you.
Getting back to basics, this isn’t a blog filled with sponsored posts or sales writing of items sent to me to review, or fill-in-the-blank any description of so many of today’s blogs (ugh, what happened?). It’s just a personal blog, begun in 2005, anonymously, and as a personal journey and journal. Hey 2014, nine years later, how you doin’? I’m doin’ fine.