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Five year plan

On Monday, I renewed my domain name for another five years. I suppose that means it is finally time to start writing again.

There’s plenty to write about, of course. Photos to share. Stories to tell. Recipes to rave about. I want to tell you what I’ve been up to. Who I’ve become since we last spoke. About the children I’ve raised (one to adulthood so far). How life has changed. And my heart. And the view out my front door.

I also don’t want to miss anything. Today golden plums along the highway were ripe, so I picked them, brought them home, and made jam, made a mess. I snapped some photos for later, for when there is time. There will be time, right?

Did you know I turned 40? It was just a couple weeks ago. I’m still celebrating, calibrating. Still growing up and into myself, getting better at being alive every day. (Being alive is intoxicating.) I had a party and people came. My family was all there. My friends. My lovers. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.

Recently, I feel beautiful almost every day. Even when I haven’t showered. And more whole than ever, even though I often fall short of myself. And busier, because I am. But at least I am busy on purpose. Every day is a different kind of jam.

A plastic bowl full of golden plums in the forefront surrounded by canning equipment, jars of jam, and an assortment of other kitchen items.
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Dig deep

Dig Deep Into the Dark Ground
Pen and watercolor on paper, 2013
by Kelly Louise Judd

I’ve long admired this painting. I keep an ever-changing (mostly growing) Pinterest board of emotions and sentiments, and this piece by Kelly Louise Judd has been one of my favorite entries for several years. Digging in the dirt is cathartic, and I should do it more. Yesterday evening as dusk crept up I dug up my sunchokes (Helianthus tuberosus), threw the stalks into a low spot in the garden (where I’m sure they’ll attempt to resprout), and then drove out to a neighbor’s house to happily accept a gift of almost 20 chickens and a goat. As you do.

Freshly dug sunchokes still covered in dirt piled on a tray on a table.
I dug my sunchokes yesterday.
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The sun came out. I’ll be okay.

Annie Tuttle holding a coffee cup with the text “No. 1 Dad” outside with house in background.
I’m tired. The sun is out.
I made a joke with my coffee mug.

The warm sun finally came out this morning and I practically tripped over the puppy on my way out the door to go stand in it. The forecast suggests I won’t get much more of it this year. I have a headache and I’m thinking of having a third cup of coffee even though the first two weren’t very satisfying. Still trying to decide if it’s funny or if I’m terrible for drinking out of this mug during Erik’s deployment. Little bit of both?

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Tuttle Family Portrait 2019

Photo of Tuttle family taken in 2019
From left: Olga, Annie, Clara, Erik, and Gavin Tuttle.

We had our family portraits taken late this summer for the first time in more than 10 years. We were a bit overdue. It’s a little bittersweet to post some of them today, because it is the first day we all woke up without Daddy at home. Today marks the first day of Erik’s deployment with the Oregon National Guard. He’ll be gone for almost a year, making this his longest deployment. Gavin and Olga don’t remember (or only have fuzzy recollections of) Erik’s previous deployments, and this is Clara’s first. In all this is Erik’s fourth deployment.

Erik and daughters Olga and Clara
Erik with Olga (15) and Clara (9)
Erik and son Gavin
Erik with Gavin (13)
Annie and Erik Tuttle
Annie and Erik Tuttle
Tuttle Children
From left, Olga, Clara, and Gavin Tuttle
Tuttle Family portrait 2019
Tallest to shortest: Erik, Gavin, Olga, Annie, and Clara Tuttle
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Learning to draw

I watched a class on Creative Live called Drawing the Everyday Everyday by Kate Bingaman-Burt. It has been on my wishlist for a while, and today it happened to be streaming for free. I’m glad I was able to watch it. I’m going to give drawing a try for a while.
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A short outing in the rain

On Sunday we were all home together and well enough recovered from our various colds that we bundled up and headed into our woods to hunt for a Christmas tree. It was wet. (Disclaimer: Walking along railroad tracks isn’t safe or legal and you shouldn’t do it. Unfortunately it’s our only access to part of our property.)

Clara is the only one in the family still short enough (and the only one still shorter than me) to get wet up to her middle from the tall grasses.

Gavin checked in the brush along the riverbank for a suitable specimen.

We still look pretty good together.

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Passing the Unworked Field

Queen Anne’s lace

          is hardly

                    prized but

all the same it isn’t

                    idle look

                                      how it

                    stands straight on its

thin stems how it

                     scrubs its white faces

                                with the 

rags of the sun how it

                     makes all the


                                           it can.

Mary Oliver, Swan
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Firewood carrier

Since we heat almost exclusively with wood in the winter (our propane furnace is set to kick on only when the house gets below 55 degrees) we (and by that I mean our kids) make many trips to the woodpile each day. Wood is heavy, awkward, and messy, and for years we have used a standard laundry basket to haul it. The laundry basket usually lasts a season before it is broken and must be replaced. Last winter we switched to a shallow Rubbermaid tub, which so far seems a bit sturdier, but is still unwieldy. 

My dad has a leather firewood sling that seems to work well for him, although his firewood usage is primarily for ambiance. I thought I’d try to reproduce something similar to see if it could make the task of bringing in wood a bit easier. I used two old pairs of dungarees, one for the body of the sling and the other cut into strips for the straps. 

Pieces of firewood are stacked on top of a denim firewood sling, which is next to more wood stacked on the floor near a hearth.
The tote opens flat for loading and unloading.
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