I’m ready to get away. Planned, or not at all, I’m ready to grab my get-away kit (picnic kit, almost-but-not-quite-camping-kit, whatever you’d like to call it), throw my weekender in the car, and hit the road.

An unexpected, hundreds-of-miles-long road trip just might mean that, in your scattered packing, you’ll forget something.

It’s near noon on a weekday and I’m in the kitchen making a salad lunch. Tumbled together in the bowl are locally grown greenhouse lettuces, sprouts, a shave of red onion

It’s snowing today. Flakes are floating, dancing, tumbling through the air as wind gusts catch them.

The sweet solitude of a fresh snow has fallen on us. I walk through the powder, an excited puppy leaping about my ankles, and I’m held by the quiet, by the calm, by the pause.

I sliced the packing tape along the joins of the box flaps and opened them wide, picked up the thoughtful card resting at the top, thanking me for my order.

I've ordered more teaspoons. In fact, I ordered all I could find in our silverplate pattern. Because, somehow, the disappearing teaspoon situation is still a situation.

It wasn’t until yesterday that I took my own advice, when, in the muddle of a full work day, I began my fall home edit

Perhaps you’ll dive right in and begin with the contents of an entire room. Maybe you’ll edit your shoe collection. Or, in the tiniest of baby steps, you’ll begin with your pencil cup.

In keeping house. It might not be where you’d think to find it, but there’s simplicity there, too. A stack of white cotton cloths, a sponge, an assortment of natural bristle brushes

You can learn a lot by looking back. Two years ago, as part of my Small Ways series, I wrote about my morning and evening routines

You can learn a lot by looking back. Two years ago, I wrote about my morning and evening routines