Unboring is not a common word. It is probably not a word at all. But using it to describe the path of my life makes me smile. There’s something new around every corner, something wonderful, and it always plays out differently than I would have thought. I want to share a bit of my unboring path with you: my own way of cooking, gardening, building things, playing, exploring. I want to share observations made, lessons learned, parallels observed. I want to marvel, ponder, stretch, discover, connect. Mostly I’ll stay close to home, on Golden Hill, my little piece of paradise in Virginia, but now and then I’ll travel back in time or away from here.
More than anything, this blog is for my grandchildren, all of whom live far, far away. They are too small to read it now, but I hope that the picture it paints of me, their Oma, will someday give them an idea of what I do (or did) with my time when I am not with them, how I think, play and work, and what’s important to me. It can’t hold a candle to spending time with them, or being near them, but it is something, and something is better than nothing.