“Can we invite Cyndi Lauper over for dinner?”  Ula asks.   Occasionally, my children’s dim understanding of reality surprises me.  I am standing in the kitchen, searing pieces of beef before flicking them in the slow cooker to make a stew for Saturday at the market.  She will be accompanying me, even though the forecast […]

On Sunday, there is a break in the rain.  There is a lot we could be doing in that break:  painting beehives, knocking back the weeds around the grapes and blueberries, mowing the lawn, taking the girls for a slow amble to one of the nearby ponds, catching up on needed sleep.  We are doing […]