I ‘m a lady/pilgrim/wanderer who likes to play with words, bake bread, watercolor, stumble around in the woods and manage a home with my artist husband, five unschooled/ homeschooled daughters, one very naughty dog, two cats, and some chickens. I need to create but only knit when I have to. (if you are looking for a compulsive knitter, stick around as I am known to hang out with them)
As the daughter of an Italian emigrant the fondest memories I have are of mushroom hunting on the California coast.
Mushrooms symbolize the searched for but hidden, the unexpected. They arrive seemingly out of nowhere, sometimes found after hours of searching, other times randomly encountered. If in this world there are shortcuts to the places where such things are we must take them.
This blog at times explores the tension between home craft and reclaiming a space for women therein and the call of the road, travel and adventure. And more frequently its just my place to dump my more philosophical musings.