Holiday: one.

It is all running around, preparing for Halloween, and making sure we've got every last detail in place, while still being as sure as we can to enjoy the little moments and not worry about last minute blunders. We've got smudged face makeup on a toddler and 4pm custome-addition requests from the eleven-year-old (uhh, no). 

Everyone is smiling with homemade soup in their bellies and ready to go walk through the chilly night and stuff themselves with as much candy as they can. After, we'll do our tradition of ordering in and watching "scary" movies.

Happy Halloween, all!


"Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble."

A boy's 11th

We celebrated my favorite little man's birthday over the weekend by taking him up to the farm and merrymaking with family and friends. He's eleven and thirty-five. He's crazy and sweet and shy and strong-willed. He's polite and giving and artistic and hilarious. My favorite thing is seeing how he has bits of Sean and I both in him. 

He's an awesome big brother and firmly believes in small doses of sugar throughout the entire day (sometimes with a side of vegetables) and sleeping in his jeans.

It's all Minecraft, Nerf guns, and drawing. You could have an all-out rave and, if the TV was on, he would never know you were ever there. 

He's smart as can be and has already offered me some of his birthday money.
I like this guy at 11.

Helpful links and tips: Farm and pavilion information here // spiderweb cupcakes inspired by seakettle // balloon banner inspired by Design Mom // pizza on a stick inspired by Breadin5 (I added garlic, oregano, and homemade marinara sauce and a Greek yogurt dough recipe from Recipe Girl), ghost cheese sticks: Everyn drew ghost faces on the wrappers // basket of snacks: simply fold down brown lunch bags, place them in a basket, and fill with snacks! // chocolate-drizzle caramel apples inspired by Brit + Co (although I used a fork to drizzle and it was a breeze) // I covered bottles of bubbles with washi tape // paper straws and mustaches-on-a-stick found at Hobby Lobby // balls from Target // we made the pumpkin piƱata inspired by Oh Happy Day // white pumpkins purchased from the orchard and painted with various acrylic paints (inexpensive acrylic paints are perfect and dry quickly) // tree swing DIY at A Beautiful Mess // brown polka dotted paper DIY at Squirrelly Minds // silver glitter numbers on a stick inspired by Ruffled Blog


The cold breeze makes me feel quite alive and this time of year holds a million treasures unfolding and overflowing so quickly. I am making sure to take a moment in the busyness of life to watch as the trees change. I don't want to miss a single leaf falling to the ground or crunching under my feet. It has been fairly easy accomplishing this so far since Elspeth's current favorite thing is to lay down in the grass and roll. I'll take it.

I'll never forget when we first moved here and found this treasure of a place. Petting the animals, picking out pumpkins, and exploring the maze... all good things.

"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more."
                                              -John Keats

Annual orchard trip

The festivities of the year are in full swing over here. Pumpkin patches, birthday planning, and orchard visiting. Over the weekend, we went to our favorite orchard that we have gone to every year since we've been here in sweet Pennsylvania. Driving up to find it nestled away in the mountains this time of year is quite something.

More pumpkins than anyone needs (is that possible?), hot apple cider, and enough crimson topaz apples to feast on for months...

Happy fall.

Details of the calm and not so


Days when I am on top of the world and getting all things done. 

Days when little ones run around shirtless and the kitchen floor is unrecognizable. 

Days when I'm so grateful to have a community–a village–of family, friends, and neighbors who act as both. 

Don't worry if the floor is a mess. Don't worry if a single task spreads over days instead of mere minutes or hours. 

One day I will look back and remember the way my children looked at me. I will recall discussions over new seasons and tiny pumpkins and spreading dirt all over the walk. 

That's all. That's it.