The Imagined Life: About a Breadbox

The breadbox was maybe a little impractical, seeing how much space it took up in such a small kitchen area, but it was lovely and made me happy to have around. I would be tempted to open it every morning when the sunlight hit it just so, even if I wouldn't eat anything from it before afternoon tea, even if I knew that I hadn't baked anything for a week or more and it would be empty upon inspection. 

This was not a breadbox for normal sandwich bread. No store bought thin slices resided in its cool, dark interior. This was a place to store my own creations. A heady dense chocolate loaf, interspersed with lavender buds; a vibrant orange and almond tea cake; bright, crumbly crusted zucchini bread - those are the things that would live in this breadbox. Some special farmers markets finds made their way there: the light fluffy yeast breads that weren't my specialty, something that could be eaten with a slice of sharp cheese or a thick spread of butter.

For one week a year the sole occupant would be an Irish Soda Bread, ready to be slice and devoured, a nod to heritage only partly my own. For the week leading up to March 17th, it would be there, whether homemade or not.

Sometimes potatoes would find their way into the box, but never onions which would leave their smell lingering for weeks. No, only lovely golden potatoes ready to be wrapped in foil and buried under logs in a fire. Under the stars or next to a sunset the potatoes would roast, and yes, maybe char a little on the outside while I would drink tea and feel the air cool on my arms. When enough time had passed a stick was the perfect tool for rolling the potatoes out, then it was onto a plate - hot! hot! hot! from one hand to the next - where the foil would be ripped, the potato split, and a generous pad of butter added to the steaming soft insides. That was all that was needed and they were comforting perfection.

Potatoes were the exception, not the rule, of course... but they were a delicious golden tasting treat, and when we had them, they were found in the breadbox.

Our little kitchen and tiny fridge didn't offer room for much beyond the vegetables we bought from the farmers markets that week, eggs, some tins of tuna, some homemade soup frozen for another day. We didn't spare the room for ice cream or cookies, not boxed birthday confections (all icing and fluffiness). Our treats and special things all belonged in the category of What Could Be Stored in the Breadbox.

Yes, the breadbox was a little impractical, but it was also purposeful. The direction of a day could be changed just by asking, "What is in the breadbox today?"


The Imagined Life is fiction, a world of my own creation, explored through small, everyday things and experiences. 

Picture Credit: Joybilee Farm 


Semi-Wordless Wednesday {Gwens Latest Writing}

All her own creations, all done without prompting or input!

I'm a proud Mama!

(The pigeon in this last one cracks me up!)


Repticon - A Playdate!

The week after we got back from New Mexico was absolutely overwhelming! I had meetings with two new potential doula clients (one of which then went into labor - 1 hr of sleep in 37hrs!), Gwen was back to Monday/Wednesday night swim lessons (after a month and a half of having them on Sundays), there was a night out with friends to celebrate a big event in a friend's life, all my normal teaching (and class prep for the following week), went to yoga, plus the myriad of things that needed to be done to get back into the swing of things after being away for almost a week. I did about 8 loads of laundry, a few grocery trips, and did some baking. I didn't get around to vacuuming, and I have a lot more sorting to do. I absolutely needed more hours in at least a few of those days.

That said, the weekend after we got home and before the overwhelming week was a really lovely one! Saturday was much lazier (I desperately needed to sleep in), but Sunday we picked up one of Gwen's friends and headed to Repticon. Not your typical playdate, but a fun one for sure!

There were so many beautiful creatures there: multiple types of snakes, chameleons, geckos, and even sugar gliders (bears)!

The girls wanted to hold everything, and I can't blame them... I sort of did too!

Snakes are such beautiful creatures! It was a lot of fun to see Gwen get to interact with them, and great to see her interacting with a friend.

I'm excited to start helping Gwen see her friends outside of school more. She's definitely at the age when encouraging these friendships to deepen is important; plus its just really nice for her to have the extra companion around while still being with her family. Its nice for us too!

I'm looking forward to more playdates in the future. 


Spring in Colorado

It’s time to break out —
Jailbreak time.
Time to punch our way out of
the dark winter prison.
Lilacs are doing it
in sudden explosions of soft purple,
And the jasmine vines, and ranunculus, too.
There is no jailer powerful enough
to hold Spring contained.
Let that be a lesson.
Stop holding back the blossoming!
Quit shutting eyes and gritting teeth,
curling fingers into fists, hunching shoulders.
Lose your determination to remain unchanged.
All the forces of nature
want you to open,
Their gentle nudge carries behind it
the force of a flash flood.
Why make a cell your home
when the door is unlocked
and the garden is waiting for you?

– Maya Spector
It's been a beautiful spring so far! There are have been so many walks, hot days with cool breezes. Burning sun, and the relief of lovely sunsets. Stream wet dog and kid.

Its so nice to live right off such a great trail!!

We had a rough time for a week or so after the daylight savings time change. Gwen was not herself, instead more fragile and easy to upset. It was a relief to us all to get out there and walk it off. To get hot and sweaty, and then come home and relax together with cold drinks and a movie.

Its hard to get too cranky with each other when you're zoning out to a cute movie together. (Recent favorite: Moana! Gorgeous!)

I've also worked through some of that Netflix/On Demand backlog I talked about, watching crying my way through This Is Us. I've read most nights and written more creatively then I have in... well, ages.

Of course, I've slept a bit less then normal thanks to all that, but I catch up when I can! I still need a few more hours in the day, but I'm fitting things in.

Spring is such an amazing time of reawakening. Its like by the end of winter I get so bogged down in it all, just everything about normal life. Then the weather warms, the breeze gets mild, and things start to bud and bloom. It all starts to feel possible again!

Best of all, the sound of birds is back. How can you not feel joyful when happy little birds are heralding the light?! I'll take a tweeting chorus any day of the week... and now I get one every day of the week.  :-)

Happy Spring indeed!