Category: Family

Paddy’s Baby Cup

As I am getting out our springtime things just now, I came across this sweet chick baby cup. It belonged to my grandfather, “Paddy”, born in Palo Alto, California, in 1917. I’m so grateful it was preserved! #mylittlechickens

Fairy Gardens

Our sweet neighbor came over to play with Elizabeth today. But Elizabee had homework. So, even though Emily is a “big kid”, she spent the afternoon with Daisy, teaching her to plant a fairy garden. 🧚‍♀️ 🧚‍♂️ I just love that girl!! ❤️❤️❤️ #urbanfarm…

Blue Silkie

Oh my goodness!! I almost forgot about this! This right here is why I wanted a silkie chicken! It was an overnight pioneer historical re-enactment at Sutter’s Fort with the all the kids. Daisy fell in love with this fluffball of a chicken! She…

Bringing Home Baby

Those of you with kids probably went through something like I did when you were expecting your first baby. Remember how everyone had advice and opinions about what kind of diapers, or pacifiers, or baths, to use? Remember the strong opinions of well meaning…

Hobbit Horses!

Growing up among horses, and teaching riding, I saw my share of scary horse accidents. I always taught horse safety, but accepted some risk as par for the course. Until the time came for me to put my own babies on the back of…

Peonies for Gamy

I adored my grandmother, Marjorie. She was strong, and smart, and independent. She taught me to love piano and politics, how to bake a pie, and garden. Our Daisy is named after her. (Daisy is a nickname, as Marjorie comes from the French word…

My Favorite Chicken Mug

A lovely rainy afternoon. Reading “Tumtum and Nutmeg” to the girls, coffee in my favorite mug, (I absolutely covet all the Jacques Pepin chicken dishes – look how silly the chickens are!) And fresh baked oatmeal chocolate chip cookies – crispy, chewy, warm, and…

My Little Chicken Tosser

This is Daisy, my six year old little farmer. She is my constant companion in the garden, and loves her chickens maybe even more than I do. She calls herself “the chicken tosser”, which is less nefarious than it sounds. When it’s time to…

How It All Started

On our first date, I told my husband-to-be that someday I wanted a house full of happy, loud children, a piano, horses, dogs, and chickens. By the way, I also still wanted season tickets to the theater, good yoga classes, and a French bakery…