our lighthouse reading list


When we spent the day in Portland last month, we fit in a trip to the Portland Head Light – and I couldn’t believe how interested Sweebee was. She pulled us through the museum to look at everything, asking about the models and the photographs, marveling at the original Fresnel lens on display. I was amazed and pleased because now I had an idea for the first week of our new homeschool year.

There was a lot of interest in our studies, so I thought I’d post our reading list for this unit. I do a fair bit of research when we choose a new topic, looking for the great picture books that will coincide with our efforts, which I then put on reserve through our library. Usually, reading lists compiled by others are fairly easy to find – seasons, bugs, specific animals. The lighthouse lists were few and far between, but perhaps because we live in the beautiful coastal state of Maine, our library had plenty to choose from on the shelves. These were our favorites, and the top four were requested repeatedly.

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Keep the Lights Burning, Abbie  by Connie Roop

The Sea Chest by Toni Buzzeo

Ghost Cat by Eve Bunting

Lighthouse Seeds by Pamela Love

Comet’s Nine Lives by Jan Brett

Lighthouse Lullaby by Kelly Paul Briggs

Beacons of Light by Gail Gibbons

Hello Lighthouse by Sophie Blackall

The Little Red Lighthouse and the Great Gray Bridge by Hildegarde H. Swift

I’d love to hear your thoughts! Which have you read? Which others would you add to this list?



When asked how we’ve been, I truly dislike answering that we’ve been busy. There is no glory in busy, no medal for who has done the most, no award for exhaustion. And yet I found myself saying that we’ve been busy on more than one occasion recently, each time with the caveat that I really hate saying it. The response is accurate, however, and it more than explains my absence in this space.

These past six months have marked the final push in our most major efforts to live the simple life we desire. We are in a solid, dependable, forever home. We have spent time exploring and getting to know our land, sketching out ideas and making tentative plans – but not diving into projects willy-nilly. The time for that has passed. Instead, we are carefully choosing and researching what will come next.


J is taking final exams today, and will spend a weekend with some like-minded gentlemen to unwind a bit before entering his final ten-week term of nursing school. He will emerge with his Bachelor of Science in Nursing the week after Thanksgiving, and go on to sit his NCLEX exam shortly after. Another calculated choice for our family and our homestead, this time in terms of career. Nursing offers job security, a solid income, and practical skills that will be invaluable should the shit ever actually hit the fan. We are coming out of the most grueling term of his entire experience – perhaps not in terms of academic content, because he’s excelling and his brain is working better than ever, but certainly with scheduling. It’s been incredibly difficult to juggle and maintain everything on the homefront so that he can focus and be present in class and in clinical.

Our girls focused hard this summer on learning to swim. We all have our fears as parents – J worries about burns; I hyperventilate over the risk of drowning. And living in a lakes region, we really see the importance of being strong swimmers. We spent four mornings a week on our town beach with a YMCA swim instructor and lifeguard, plus time swimming and kayaking as a family. They have worked so. hard. And it shows. They have made huge strides since last year! I feel much calmer in the water with them now – still anxious, but better.

And me? I’ve been attempting to hold it all together, and not very graciously at times, I’ll admit. Maintaining multiple calendars has my head spinning, and I have thrown several tantrums out of sheer frustration. I have neglected friendships – the old, hardy ones that I’m trusting will survive, and the tender new ones that still needed to be nurtured, that I’m hoping will hang in there. It’s been a tough season.

I mentioned on Instagram last week that the cooler temps had me feeling a sense of renewal, a desire to tidy and organize – not just my belongings but my schedule, my goals, myself. With the light guiding me from the end of the tunnel, I’ve got some new ideas to execute – and I’d love input from others – friends, family, readers: what would you like to see or know?

Signing off for now. Here is to the end of the busy season, and to the cooler, slower days of fall…




six thoughts


1. I have a monarch caterpillar living in a large mason jar on my dining room table. I shared a video on Instagram earlier today about how we found him on the tiniest of milkweed plants, down by the mailbox. We would have missed him entirely if we hadn’t been picking flowers for our librarian. The irony of the situation is that we’d just explored the area a few hours earlier, checking the milkweed for caterpillars – but had neglected the little plants in our search. I had initially thought to leave him outside so nature could run its course, afraid that I’d unwittingly murder him by trying to interfere. However, in seeing us pay so much attention to a patch of weeds and wildflowers, the entire flock of chickens thundered over and took an avid interest in the area as well. So after dinner, J and the girls clipped his plant and several others, and we set the little fella up inside, like a centerpiece.


2. Libraries are wonderful places. I keep seeing this odd meme show up on Facebook, exhorting me to like and share this graphic if I still use my public library. The caption claims that “libraries are dying,” and I use the word odd because our library is thriving – growing even! For the past month, we’ve been attending a weekly program for the kids in our community – stories, crafts and snacks, all free of charge. We’ve been filling out our reading log, and today was the culmination of that program: an event with live, local music and ice cream for all. The girls each got a pass to the fair for turning in their list of books, but really, it was the community interaction that kept us engaged. So great to see all these kids and parents we’ve come to love.


3. Things are growing around here, though it takes the camera for me to realize it. There are beans dangling down in that picture above, plain as day, and I didn’t even notice them until I sat down to write. Those are the Rattlesnake Beans, and I guess I’ll have a little more in my harvest basket tomorrow.


4. Speaking of harvest baskets. Tomatoes, cucumbers and eggs today. That tiny brown egg at about four o’clock in the egg basket is the first laid by this year’s pullets, though I’m not certain which of the five it was. We found it in the third nesting box with two other eggs, exactly where it belongs, so I’m hopeful the rest will follow suit. They will be 20 weeks old this coming Saturday, which is several weeks younger than our other birds were when they began to lay. I pulled one more egg from the coop before dinner, bringing our total to 10 for the day.


5. We’re beginning to look ahead, and make plans and preparations. The first sunflowers are drooping, so I’m on the hunt for a a place to dry them indoors. They will be hung in the chicken run this winter to provide both protein and entertainment for the flock. Last fall, I made the mistake of hanging them in the basement to dry, and lost half my harvest to mold. I’m determined to do it properly from the start this year. Josh and Uncle T-Rex have been running the chainsaw and splitter, hauling loads of firewood up to dry and season. We’ve got over two cords stacked in the basement now, but have another five to go. And I’m beginning to scout locations for the next addition to the homestead. More on that soon…


6. Inside, I’m slowly taking stock of our spaces – what works, what’s always messy, what needs to be purged or rearranged. Outside, J has been attempting the same – trying to find the best, most efficient means of movement and storage for all manner of items. Winter is always coming, even in the heat of August.

would you look at that



I went ahead and shared my garden with you, ugly orange plastic fence and all, and then…surprise! I got me a shiny new fence! Well. The Handsome Fixer Man got it for me. He and the girls spent several hours measuring out the stakes and lining everything up. We don’t have a post driver (yet), so he started by hammering in rough wooden pickets, but each stake will be replaced by a cedar post eventually. It’s wrapped in welded turkey wire, and currently has a makeshift gate that closes with a D-clip – but it keeps the chickens out, everything is in one space, AND it looks so much better!

How do you keep the critters out of your garden space?



We spent close to 18 hours in the car last week, driving from Maine to Pennsylvania and back again just three days later. My grandfather passed away on the 3rd, quietly and peacefully, and so we joined my family in my hometown to celebrate him and say good-bye. I’m beyond thankful we were able to visit back in February, and that my girls had the chance to be with him and love him.

All of that travel time allowed for far more quiet time and reflection than I’m usually afforded, particularly on the way home. I didn’t have the chance to pack any handwork before we left, and reading too much makes me carsick, so I was left to watch the scenery and simmer in my own thoughts – some of which are really too private to share here, and some of which bewildered me so completely in their randomness and simplicity.


It’s sort of an odd experience to be back among most of your family as an adult, and as a parent. To be in a house where you were a child, with all of the people who knew you as a child, and be treated as an adult. It’s not that I was expecting to be considered badly, but in reviewing the trip, it does stand out as a new experience. And to watch my children explore and come to know a home I explored and knew as a child – as familiar to me as my own home – was not exactly surreal, but notable. My daughters sat on the front porch with their second cousins and played with a marble machine their parents had clustered around close to thirty years before. I snuggled my girls on the glider and told them about the bee tree, and how you could lean on the trunk of the tree next to it and look up to watch the bees moving in and out. I showed them where the swimming pool was before the land was sold and houses were built, the pool where I learned to swim. I laughed with my brother and cousins when the little ones rang the doorbell over and over, and we reminisced about the way we’d run around and around the house, ringing the doorbells, over and over. Remarkable.


Also. My own house feels really sparse. I know my grandparents had 60 years to build a home, but I think it’s time to hang some curtains in our place, at the very least. 

Also. I really enjoyed being clean. That seems like such a shallow takeaway from a life-changing event like this. But suburbia doesn’t have the ever-present dust of living in the country, and I certainly wasn’t stepping in chicken poop at my Nana’s. I didn’t need to scrub my feet at night, because I wasn’t walking through mud or gravel to get to the car. I wasn’t cooking or cleaning, and my clothes weren’t spotted and stained. In fact, it was nice to get dressed – to wear heels and do my hair, to feel put together. I don’t usually bother here at home because it doesn’t seem worth the effort (who am I trying to impress?), and I don’t often have backup around so that I can take the time – but perhaps it is something I should explore more often. Perhaps that’s just the kind of self-care I need to invest in.


in the garden: 14 july 2018


Welcome to the new garden!

I realized tonight that I never got around to sharing photos of the new plot, so after the girls were asleep and everything had been watered, I took a walk around to see how things are growing. It all still looks very small to me. Except the tomatoes. I have a tomato forest – I planted them far too close together, and didn’t stake them when I put them in, so now they’re growing in a tangled mess. More of a jungle than a forest, really. A tomato jungle.

Most everything inside that lovely orange fencing was planted as a seedling. I went a little wild at the greenhouse on Mother’s Day, and had to get things in the ground before we had a plan in place to create a barrier around the space. The chickens all but decimated the brassicas, and so J rolled out the temporary plastic stuff to prevent any future destruction (they’ve all bounced back). We’ve been given cedar posts, sourced some free slabs to rip into cross beams, and did some price comparing on turkey wire – but we haven’t found the extra hours to make it all happen. So for now, we glow in the dark.


We did plant the beans from seed – Scarlet Runner, Kentucky Wonder, Rattlesnake (from my Nana). All pole beans, I’m really hoping they grow quickly enough to fill in the teepee sides and make a cool place to play. I’ve never grown beans before and feel a little out of my element with these. They’re doing well so far though, and have even begun to climb their posts, tendrils reaching and wrapping of their own accord.

I participated in a seed swap through Instagram, and the loot I received in exchange for my marigold seeds included bottle gourd seeds. Another first for me. They’re planted on the trellis, under the watchful eye of our goosey friend. I’m looking forward to harvesting these with the girls – they should be a fun project to turn into birdhouses.


Also beginning to climb are the cucumbers planted along my trash-picked crib spring trellis. I’m quite proud of this one. I’ve had the idea knocking around in my head for a couple of years, but didn’t have the materials at hand. However, on the last bulk trash day, we scored a set of spotless crib springs someone had put out for collection. J attached pickets for legs, and my trellis was born. The idea is that the vines will climb up and the cukes will hang down for easy picking. We’ll see how well it works.


The other half of the garden – the not-fenced patch of dirt – is not doing as well. I started everything on this side from seed, and quite a bit later than planting the first section. It shows, and I’m beginning to wonder if it will catch up. The kale is tiny, the calabazas are weak, the beets nonexistent. The pumpkins are doing well, however, as are the butternuts. Every seed sprouted, so hopefully we will be swimming in squash come fall.


Overall, it’s not a bad start for the first year in a new spot. The weeds are getting the best of me and I’m spending a lot of time watering (we really need the rain), but we’ve started bringing in cucumbers and Swee and I found quite a few Sun Gold tomatoes beginning to ripen. The list of changes for next year is already quite long, beginning with how we’ll prep the beds this fall, so I guess that means I’ll try again, no matter the outcome this season. After all, hope springs eternal in the garden.

i do know laundry


They say to write what you know, and while I’ve not been entirely certain what else I know these days, I do know laundry.

My early memories include wandering along the clothesline underneath the damp sheets my mom hung to dry in our suburban backyard. When my grandparents would visit from Arizona, my grandmother used our washer and clothesline for their laundry too so they didn’t have to pack so many clothes. An avid fan of the Little House books, I would hand wash my doll clothes and clip them to the line to dry, channeling Ma Ingalls and her pioneer skills. I used the clothesline in the backyard of my first apartment, in our yard in Baltimore, and in both of our rental houses before moving here last spring. Now I finally have my dream clothesline and it’s been in constant use since going up.

With two young children, I wash approximately one load of laundry every day. Our family uses only cloth napkins, and of course there is the inclusion of nighttime potty training and all of the extra bedding that goes with that, so perhaps I should round the total up. Let’s call it an average of ten loads per week, for the sake of a nice, simple number. A large load of laundry takes about an hour to dry. If the average clothes dryer uses 3.3 kilowatt hours, at the national average of $0.12/kWh, you’re spending $0.396 per load. For our family, that would be almost $4/week. Just to dry our laundry.

That’s not even factoring in the wear and tear on your clothes and linens. All that stuff in the dryer’s lint trap came off of your clothing, making the fabric thinner and more worn. Using the dryer creates static, so you’re probably buying dryer sheets, putting more money out, and applying chemicals and fake fragrances to your garments. If you don’t pull them out of the dryer right away, your clothes still get wrinkled – in which case you probably just turn the dryer back on, right? You thereby use even more energy, increasing the carbon footprint of your one load.

By hanging your clothes to dry, you’re using less energy – which is good for the environment and for your wallet. You’re not buying dryer sheets and your clothes come inside wrinkle- and static-free, and smelling better than any factory fragrance could ever hope to imitate. There truly is nothing like slipping into fresh line-dried sheets at the end of a long day.


But isn’t it time consuming to hang my laundry outside?
It takes me about ten minutes to hang a load of laundry. Once you’ve got the hang of it, and have developed your own methods, it’ll go faster for you!

But don’t the birds poop on it? Don’t you have to check for bugs and ticks?
I think that in all of the laundry I’ve hung on the line over the years, I’ve had to re-wash maybe three or four items because of bird poop. Maybe five. Sure, it happens. But it’s not a huge deal. Yes, bugs also happen and so do ticks – particularly when hanging out the whites because they’re attracted to light colors, but a good snap of the wrist when taking things down will send the bugs on their way. I pluck the ticks off with my fingers and feed them to the chickens.

But you work from home. It’s easy for you to run outside for a laundry break.
Yes. It is. But I used the clothesline in Baltimore too, when I worked in an office downtown all day. You just have to figure out how to make it work with your schedule. Maybe you only hang sheets and towels out on the weekends. Or maybe you start the washer at bedtime like I used to, and hang the laundry in the morning before leaving for work. Every little bit makes a difference.


After so many years, I’ve definitely developed my own tricks and preferences for the process. I prefer the wooden spring-loaded clothespins: pegs snag clothes and break easily, and don’t adjust to the thickness of various pieces; plastic is cheap and doesn’t last. I keep mine inside the house in a wicker fishing creel that allows any absorbed moisture to evaporate. The handle easily dangles the basket from a fingertip when I’m carting clothes in and out.

I hang our clothes different ways depending on the fabric. Woven items like tops or sheets love the clothes line because they dry without wrinkles and don’t get stretched out or misshapen by hanging. Knits are more particular, and I hang them in a way that you won’t see clip indentations when they’re worn. For example, my mother used to hang t-shirts by the shoulder seams, but then you’d have a stretched out lump on your shoulder when you wore the shirt. If you hang it by the hem, it gets stretched out at the bottom. BUT if you flip the shirt over the line in half and clip it at the armpits, you can block it on the line and any clip marks are hidden under the arms. Towels can be troublesome too. They certainly dry faster if you hang them by the end, but then they don’t fold nicely because they’re stretched out at the hanging end. I fold them over the line too, which does mean I have to flip them halfway through the day, but it’s worth it to me to have neatly folded towels.


You can save clothespins and conserve (a tiny bit of) space on the line by overlapping your items, clipping two items with one pin. I’ll do this with napkins and dish towels because a few corner wrinkles don’t matter. The downside to this method is that you’re more likely to get clip marks on your clothes by shoving too much fabric in the clothespin, and it takes the pieces longer to dry. I prefer to give most items their own two clips. It makes it easier in the end, in my opinion.

Yes, we even hang undies outside. I figure that everyone wears them, and if others are going to get offended by undies on the line, then they don’t have to look. But if you have a family member who is uncomfortable with the idea, just put their unmentionables on an inside line where they’re hidden by the rest of the load. I will also clip the girls’ undies with one clothespin at the side seam to save space and clothespins; they’re small enough that it doesn’t impede the drying process.


And if you’ve made it this far, I commend you. I could go on, but I have already written over 1000 words about hanging laundry on the clothesline. I think that’s enough for one evening, and there’s more laundry to be folded.

Do you already use a clothesline? What are your tricks of the trade? Any preferences you’ve identified over the years?