Snow is falling. I cooked a feast as though I was expecting an army. Mr. Cottage carved the turkey, we gathered our little family together, we gave thanks and ate until our bellies could hold no more.
Ramblings from a small farmhouse. Our neck of the woods dodged a bullet with the blizzard that passed through the beginning of the week. We had a coating of ice, which thankfully melted quickly with the return of the sun. It was beautiful, all glistening and sparkly in the sun. Really, I can’t complain about… Continue reading Mirror mirror on the wall who is the egg thief
Not so fast with the flip-flops, said old man winter.
Follow your heart. I was able to cut flowers from my garden for the first time in three months. Sweet. Daffodils and forsythia. So, I’ve been a little under the weather this past week – nothing major just enough to make me feel blah, but combined with a pulled muscle in my neck and shoulder… Continue reading Farmhouse renovations and ramblings Feb 2017
Tuesday it was all about cookies love. I baked a batch of chocolate chip love cookies for Valentine’s Day. While the cookies were baking, the cat, the dog, and the chicken slept peacefully. But the minute the cookies were done baking – Winter popped up and said are they ready? Chocolate Chip Pecan Love Cookies… Continue reading Love cookies and a great big cock-a-doodle-do
In the night, on December 8th, Mr. Cottage and I became chicken grandparents. Our little hen, Daisy only 8 months old herself hatched her first chick. Daisy was terribly weak and unable to stand or walk because of her 21 days of sitting and not eating or drinking. I knew I needed to help her out.