unpacking may be sucking the life out of me...

but at least it is filled with interesting finds...

did i tell ya?

I got a new gig? A pretty darn nifty one at that, both working with children and working with nifty peoples? I'm super excited and nervous and excited! I am now officially a teacher of wee children. Early education runs through my veins and now I have my own classroom. Pinch me and hit me with the silly stick, I am gleefully flabbergasted at this bit of nifty.

I will have my own class two days a week and do the assistant's shuffle for two other days. I will get to work with three-year-olds to five-year-olds with a team of collaborators and people of my tribe.

My room, my very own classroom is actually a shared room and that's just swell as the lovely person I am sharing with is just so darn nifty I could stuff myself with marshmallows and call it a day. For now it is a bit of a large blank slate that will soon be filled with the many, many creations of small hands.

First day of class is fast approaching and the butterflies in the belly re flapping around drunk on dandelion wine. Eeeps!

just the after effects of our weekly family dinner

back to the homestead we {a-go} go

 The riff-raff. Can I say how much I dislike moving? I don't mind the packing, it's the UNpacking that I'm not fond of...and all those little pieces that somehow don't make it into a box that are left floating on the floor of your old place and every time you see them again you could swear there is more and you are certain they are reproducing when you aren't looking. It's enough to make me wanna toss it all into a dumpster but them my bleedin' leftie heart thinks about recycling and all that jazz and I end up shoving all the crap into multiple canvas sacks so I am left without bags when I hit up the grocery store and our town is so environmentally enthusiastic we have a bag ban and I am forced to wobble my way across the parking lot with my arms full of wet produce and half priced meat.

I am also allergic to the air around me and get to wear this nifty all purpose mask. I wear it when I'm packing and unpacking. I wear it when I make pom-poms and cut wool sweaters up, and I wear it when the mister vacuums and dusts the rooms around me. It's so stylish it leaves lines all over my face once it's removed. Kinda like a gift that keeps on giving.

This room up until recently was where the sister a-go-go slept. It was a pale yellow and the mister really wanted me to keep the yellow but how could I when I was adding a multitude of yellow furniture to the room? I chose blush. Mister says it is pink. Everyone else in the a-go-go family think it is bright and shocking and pinkly garish. Obviously we are NOT related. That's a good thing for the mister and I.

I think the blush goes nicely with all the other colors in the room. It ties it all in. It does.

Here is the bookshelf bed as the mister is putting it back together. Having worked in a museum he has learned all sorts of nifty tricks for keeping parts and pieces lined up even after they have been taken apart. We had been sleeping at the homestead since the last week of July as the mama a-go-go had experienced a bit of an alarming heart episode and so we  oozed on in bring little bits and pieces over until eventually we picked up the truck and drove the whole shebang over (save for that above-mentioned flotsam I would really like to break up with). While we had been sleeping homestead-side we had not been sleeping in our bed...

We had been camping out on the Bert & Ernie beds until we pulled the bed frame out and slung the mattresses on the floor. Thank goodness the bed is now back in order and things are coming together in baby steps.The blue on the wall here is a few shades lighter than the blue in the old-old tiny casa. This color is caleld minty teal and I am quite smitten with it. Old white walls, you were fun for a while but I'm a girl who likes something a little more exciting. It's not you, it's me.

i finally made it to the post office...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I should have mailed out all of this months and months ago. What took me so long? I couldn't just send it. No...I had to make it pretty. I hope everyone enjoys there wee goodies!

oh how i love apple season

It's early in the season so the pickings were limited but so so so very delicious!  The Burgundy apples are tiny and slightly tart with a blush of red that bleeds into the fruit. Gravensteins are sweet and make the yummiest of cider, not that we ever cider them up but still, they taste delicious.

The Galas were early and mostly yellow but perfectly crisp and juicy juicy juicy. Mollie's Delicious are a cross of your classic Reds (though I've read that they are not) and are hearty and crisp.

I have to admit that apples are my first and favorite fruit of all time. There are so many varieties and they are available fresh from late summer to spring. I love how different they can be from each other and I of course love them baked in a pie...we usually never make it to pie making as the apples get eaten up lickety split...

I decided to break that tradition. I made a tart. A puff pastry delight. We did not have any cream so I dusted the pastry with powdered sugar and black pepper. It was incredible.

My arm was barely twisted as we need to clean out the fridge at the tiny casa and there is no room in the homestead's freezer. One half a package of puff pastry and a handful of fresh summer apples and you got yourselves a delicious dessert!

We need to eat up our ten pounds as the Mutsus and Tohokus are in! It looks like it's time to pull out that other half of pastry!