After Christmas Update

I know it’s been a while, but the summer and fall were crazy! Being in school and working really kept me tied up (In other words, I was a failure at blogging :).

1. We’re going to have a baby! Aidan James is due to arrive in February. I’m almost 8 months pregnant and I can’t wait to meet my little man.

2. I’m not going to be working anymore, so hopefully I can keep this blog updated. Did I mention I can’t wait for gardening season?? Because I can’t.

3. Next semester is going to be crazy with having a baby and taking a few college credits. I’m so excited and, to be honest, scared to learn about how much I don’t know. I’m going to try and chronicle the things I do learn, though. So ABQ is going to be helping me with that.

I can’t wait to get started again.




Annnnd…we’re back

Hello all! I’m back from my little sabbatical due to wedding a honeymoon. It was a great time, but I’m glad to be back to a routine.

My husband and I are living in Michigan for the summer, so the previously started garden has been left in the care of my parents. Never fear, my gracious parents-in-law have provided a “bit of earth to plant a garden” (Secret Garden reference….I just had to).  Pictures are to come! Today I’m plotting out a garden with my new favorite book “How to Grow More Vegetables (and fruits, nuts, berries, grains, and other crops) Than You Ever Thought Possible On Less Land Than You Can Imagine” by John Jeavons. Not going to lie, that title is a mouth full. You’d think they could have shortened it. Oh well.

While I’m not using his method of soil prep and planting his year (I do want to try it in the future), I’m using this book as a reference for many organic growing techniques.

I’ll keep you updated!


Stress and Wedding Week? Nahhhh

Hello! Well, everyone, I can count on one hand the number of days until I get married! That is so exciting. I remember when it was 105 days and I thought it would never get here. Alas, it’s here and I did survive the wait (although I didn’t think I would).

There were days when the stress of planning a wedding was overbearing and days when I forgot about the details and just got lost in the idea of marrying the man of my dreams (the latter were the most common).

This week I’ve learned a few things:

1. Delegate! There’s nothing like having capable people around you!

2. Be clear about what you want. I’m not one to make hard and fast decisions , so this point was a little hard for me. But, I learned that people really DO want to know how a bride wants her wedding run and that really helped me. I didn’t feel like bridezilla after that realization. 🙂

3. Have most everything written out exactly how you want it done before your wedding week starts. With this being finals week for me, I’ve LOVED depending on people to help me. My way of helping them is in the writing out of plans and instructions.

4. Enjoy the stress. I know, it sounds like a paradox, but it really is true. This is a time I will never live again the business and attention to detail will climax in a day of beauty. Also, it’s a celebration of love and commitment. Why should I stress out over someone breaking my vase? It’s just a thing and things can be replaced. Memories can’t.

-ACB (but not for long)

Garden update: Due to changing plans for the summer, it looks like I will only be able to keep a few of the plants I planted earlier. They’re going strong, though! The beans are particularly bountiful. 🙂

Poem of the Week: Wedding Week

In honor of my last seven days of singleness, I’m going to post one of my favorite poems about love. Of course, it’s by John Keats. I hope you enjoy the star imagery and his precise use of words.

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art–
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors–
No–yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever–or else swoon to death.