Thyme
Making memories around our table
Something in my universe realigns itself when those first September winds bring those soft whispers of fall promises along with those first…
By this point in our life, Patrick and I have settled into something like a New England rhythm, and one of the…
Tarragon is one of those herbs that took me years to fall properly in love with. For a long time it sat…
We lit the first fire of the season the weekend before Thanksgiving this year, which feels later than it should have, given…
My grandmother never let New Year's Day pass without a pot of peas on the stove, and she was particular about which…
The farm stand a few miles from us starts piling up Cinderella pumpkins every September, those squat, deeply ribbed, almost comically pretty…
There's a particular kind of quiet that settles over a coastal town in September, once the last of the summer crowds have…
I have so much rattling around in my head lately that I'm not even sure where to start, so I think I'll…
There is a particular kind of Saturday that I look forward to all week, the kind where there's nowhere we have to…
The first warm Saturday of the year does something to a neighborhood. Doors that have been shut all winter prop themselves open.…