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I'm Erin.  Gardening addict, incurable maker, insatiable reader, closet author, chronicler of childhood, wanderer, wonderer.  I'm glad you've come to sit a while with me.

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Offhand comments:

9.y.o.-"I have three ant bites.  Can I use this stuff I found in the first aid kit on them?  It's called ant-acid." 

9.y.o.-"It would be awesome if we had a 3-d printer because then we could print anything.  Like...like a tiny little model of Angkor Wat!"

Tuesday
Jan012008

the highest place in the world


One evening about eight years ago, my brand-new husband and I got in our aging little car and wound our way to the top of Squaw Peak. There, overlooking the lights of Provo and Orem, we sat on the hood of the car and planned out our lives.

I remembered that winding ascent yesterday, when we carefully navigated our way to the top of Wayah Bald in Nantahala National Forest, NC. As we drove the hairpin turns and switchbacks, climbing higher and higher, our ears popping, the temperature dropping, our oldest son sang a song in the backseat. "We're going to the highest place in the world...the hiiiighest place in the world...."

His father and I exchanged smug looks. At roughly 5400 feet, Wayah Bald is hardly the highest place in the world. It's a place we went as a family when I was growing up, and it does hold a sort of magic for me. It is the highest peak in the area, and when you stand on top and look out, it feels like you're above everything. The mountains roll away in giant, gentle folds, with tiny towns nestled down in the valleys. There's a stone tower that's probably twenty feet tall, and to a child, such a tall tower on such a tall mountain is really an amazing experience.

And now I was sharing this experience with my children. They were amazed, they were awestruck, they made repeated remarks about how beautiful the mountains were, how high we were. There was a low stone wall to keep us from tumbling down the steep side of the mountain, and we all perched there for one cold, precarious, nervous moment as a stranger took our picture.


And then, of course, everybody had to go to the bathroom. So we went tumbling, running, laughing, back down the trail toward the bathrooms and our warm car. And as I watched my children run ahead of me down a trail I ran down as a child, between the trees that stood there even then, I had two thoughts. One was, if those two people sitting on the hood of the car at the top of Squaw Peak could see these six people now, would we fit in with their tidy plans? And the other thought...

maybe this is the highest place in the world.

Wednesday
Dec192007

peeping

...over the edge of my (ironing board) desk.

Monday
Dec172007

an odd thing

I went out last night to get the eggs before it got down to freezing out there, and found this little egg in the coop. It's hard to tell what size the other eggs are in the picture but they're on the small side anyway. The little one is like an inch long.

A chicken joke?

Saturday
Dec152007

burning daylight

I love the tactile luxury of lying in bed on Saturday morning. The warm sheets and the weight of the blankets. I love the half-light of dawn and the fragrant, deep pillow that invites me to procrastinate a day’s worth of relaxing and odd jobs for just a few more minutes. It’s cold out there and warm in here. No, I won’t get up. I’ll just turn over and snuggle up to....Father Bird? Where is Father Bird?

Gone. Up, showered, dressed and busy by 6 am at the latest. Even on a Saturday morning. 

I do not understand this.

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