It happened in the butler’s pantry.
A hall-way space, and once upon a time when our house was first built, it was the kitchen.
Now a brown cow supervises my every move.
On a snowy day, I faced down that cow and got to making. Continue reading “white magic and a brown cow in the pantry”
I feel like one of the cats curled in the beams streaming through the window, seeking warmth. Beyond the glass, across the lawn heavy frost sparkles.
The thermometer read minus 5 this morning before sunrise. Pipes are frozen at the kitchen sink, as is the faucet outdoors we use to water the animals. This means hauling water from another part of the house, out to the barnyard.
It is too cold to stock the cooler with eggs at the farm stand – they will freeze, I’ve left word for folks to come to the house to get their eggs. Only a few will do so, I think most rather the convenience and anonymity of using the farm stand.
Continue reading “embroidering sketches and golden vintage china from around the world”
I hope that Y’all came through the holiday season with blessings and all good things.
I in my elf slippers and Mr. Cottage in his flannel, we snuggled in on Christmas eve for a day of just doing for us.
Mr. Cottage and I have had a long tradition of cooking a special Christmas Eve dinner – something a little fancy. Since the passing of Mother Cottage, we have invited Father Cottage to join us for Christmas Eve supper. I’ve made various steak dinners these past few years. This year, Father Cottage announced that he had other plans for Christmas Eve, so we talked about what we would do, for just the two of us.
Continue reading “a new season”