Today I made bread from scratch.

Yesterday, mushrooms popped up in our front yard. They are still there today.

Tonight, Gavin roasted coffee beans.

Here are roasted and unroasted beans together on a plate:

Each pile has the same number of beans. The beans get bigger when you roast them.

On the marble-topped dresser we use as a side table in the dining room.

(Thanks to Anne Bonney for the caption idea.)

It was $5 at a garage sale across the street.

It’s going to live in the kitchen next to the kitchen rack. This is where the person reading out loud to the chef sits.

Here’s a link to the poem posted right above it.

Then I killed my favorite spider by accident. He was a little jumping spider that lived near where the dishes dry. He had jumped into the neck of the coffee pot, I didn’t see him until after I lifted out the steaming coffee filter. He was still alive, so I tried to help him out with a paper towel, but instead I accidentally knocked him into the pot of coffee.

I told Jack about it when I picked him up from school, and he was sad to hear about the cat (“What if it belonged to someone?” “I don’t think it did — it didn’t have a tag”), and then after a minute he asked, “You have a favorite spider?”

The venus fly traps are still alive. The trick is to give them only distilled water.

I have a sprig of rosemary on the window sill.

It’s growing roots.

Next to it is a fighter jet I found in the back yard.

And here’s the tea kettle on the stove.

Check out those mountains in the background.