morning

THE MORNING AFTER | A DOWN HOME NEW YEAR

 
a messy table
mark and george

We set up an improv stage and improv-ed for hours. We made Top 10 Best & Worst lists for 2015. We articulated to one another how we feel the world perceives us. We consumed home brew and prosecco and more wine. We taught each other our best dance moves. We conducted blind taste tests with spices. We slow cooked pork shoulder and baked mini dark chocolate cakes with from-scratch whipped cream and goat milk caramel. We dunked homemade bread into honey, and in the morning we made two French presses. It was so full; so good.

We set the table in a way that would have looked great in photos. But it was 8 p.m. before supper was ready and a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc was already empty. So we forgot about photos and soaked up every moment of this best friend reunion. It was the sort of unkempt party that travels into the wee hours of the morning. The sort that begs to be reminisced over while fully extended on the couch, coffee in hand.

As a couple, we have worked to create a 400 square foot space that is overflowing with music, plants, and quality food. Always good food. When we eventually washed the copious dishes and vacuumed the rugs, we found ourselves remarking on how little money we have, yet we feel totally rich in experience and in food. That's the gorgeous reality of working in agriculture + food, in knowing farmers, in investing what little money you do have in growing (and brewing) your own.

Welcome, 2016. 

coffee mug
table setting
marky
andrew in the morning
music and plants

—S

FOR THE LOVE OF MORNING | ON NESTING

 
ourcatghostinwindowsill

Morning is my favorite season. Someone among you knows exactly what I mean. Ephemeral, gentle, dewy, new. I dare to say I even love summer in the morning. The roads are still, but not due to supper or retiring for the night; no, the roads are still because all are being awoken to a day anew. The birdswhen there are birdshappily awake before us, beckoning us to join them in song and forever enticing Ghost. 

Nothing makes me happy in quite the same way as coffee prepared early in the morning and made to share.  Ideally, I can take the morning slow and cook something in local lard or greek olive oil, but even when that's not the case, and even when the case is that I am sloshing coffee down my sweater as I walk out the door for work, I still feel joyful. I am addicted to caffeine, to be sure; but to only state the obvious degrades the act of coffee. It is an act, an art form. 

If one is interested in nesting, surely coffee + morning will do the trick. In my estimation they are a perfect pair. But they are not the only things that pair well. All week I have been calling to mind the earthly and unearthly pairings that materialize if we simply allow.

candlesmoking
cookingbreakfast

The scent of Autumn and the act of crunching leaves beneath your feet. A cooing child (or a purring animal) and the feeling of deep content. The warmness of your cheeks after a glass of wine and the best, creamiest cake you've ever tasted. Strumming a perfect chord and closing your eyes to hear it again. What are the things that do the trick for you? Which are the life pairings that you cannot help but feel joy over?

Sink your teeth into these things. Indulge in them, for they exist for a reason. 

The love of my life returns home in a week's time. I know he'll come with stories on frost-covered Norwegian roads, hearty beef stews consumed in Ireland, and reflections on Gabriel Garcia Marquez (our favorite author and consistent travel comrade). I am already eager in anticipation, but most of all I am eager to hear everything over coffee in the morning.

panshangingonwall
spicecupboard
breakfastandcoffee

—S