JOURNAL — cape cod RSS



Dune walk to 2019

Thomas + I took a walk here on New Year's Day. Though the trail through the pines was quiet, far off we could hear the rumble of the wind blowing over the bay and into the trees. When we reached the top of the dune, our eyes teared up when the wind hit us. Blinking, freezing, we stood in awe. You could say it was the view (it was that too) but it was also in how we got there.Here. 2019.To say I am grateful for how the past year has gone is an understatement. I am unsure how to form into words, written or said, about how immense my gratitude is. My heart swells with it.I think back to that walk...

Continue reading



It is happening

I'm over the moon to finally let you in on the news! Later this month, I will open the doors of PLANT WORK SHOP in Orleans, MA. The workspace will house our studio where I'll produce my line of handmade herbal products. (looking for Cedar Salve? It's coming soon!) This space will also host classes taught by artists, teachers, farmers and more.  The curated garden and kitchen shop will feature growers and makers from across the country who have perfect their craft.Especially exciting are the plants! I'm working with a local farmer on Cape who is growing a selection plants for the shop opening: cooking and medicinal herbs, as well as easy-to-grow, native pollinators.  And FLOWERS! The shop will showcase cut flowers +...

Continue reading




RECIPE: go-to jam tart

Quick and easy to make, this is a dessert winner adapted from one of my favorite recipe sites, Food52. The flavors can be adjusted to suit your sweet tooth: use vanilla extract instead of almond and swap out the sliced almonds for walnuts. Try it with sweet, tart beach plum jam.  The beach plum is a coveted stone fruit found on Cape Cod. It is typically harvested by foraging wild, secret spots along the beaches and bays.  Looking for more sweet things? Short Stack editions wax poetic on the subject; Honey and Strawberry now available in the shop. 

Continue reading



September begins.

Cool nights, warm days lately. Each morning, everything is covered with dew; the night weighs heavy on the leaves until sunlight cooks it off. The garden is quiet in sound but loud with color. I'm looking forward to fall but at the same time, dreading the last of how green everything will be until next spring.  --- Head clearing pond visit. Wellfleet, MA.  --- I opened the back door the other day the same moment a Cooper's hawk flew into a nearby tree. I stood perfectly still and watched. The bird did the same until he flew off - flap, flap, glide - like they're known to do. I ran to follow but lost him somewhere in the roofline, treeline, skyline....

Continue reading