Brilliant sunshine, fallen leaves crispy and crunchy under my feet, heavy with a coating of frost, a thousand diamonds shimmer in the grass. An owl screeches high in the treetops. A donkey is braying loudly and the chickens are beginning their morning chatter. Swoosh swoosh a flock of buzzards soars overhead.
I fumbled around in the darkness, feeling for a flashlight. It’s 4:30 am, the power has gone out and it is twenty degrees outside. The dogs need to go out to the bathroom. Peanut can no longer navigate the stairs on her own, so I clumsily balance the flashlight, the dog and me down the stairs and out the door. Carefully, trudging down the frost-coated porch steps in my fashion forward fuzzy slippers and robe, so as not to face plant me and the dog.
That wind oh my goodness!
A Nor’Easter blowout for sure. Thank goodness we didn’t have any snow!
That crazy ole wind blew and the trees swayed and snapped and the power lines went down.
March has arrived and so have the first blooms of the season.
Oh, happy heart!
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.
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.