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!
An earthquake, which is not typical for our area, rocked our little house a few years ago, weakening our cabinet structure and cracking walls. Our old roof was leaking and water had seeped into the drywall, causing it to buckle and peel. The worst part was mold was growing. Last year when our beautiful new red roof was put on, we realized that the section that was added to the house sometime in the 1960’s really didn’t provide sufficient structure to support the weight of the upper cabinets and all the glassware for the addition that we added 19 years ago. The cabinets were shifting and we were growing more and more concerned. Continue reading “farmhouse kitchen gets a (small) remodel and Rustic Lasagna”
All the little kitties and all the little doggies of Red Dirt are tucked into their beds.
I had planned to stop blogging for a bit. But here I am again.
Rambling about ordinary things.
An unexpected break in winter weather brought sunshine and milder temperatures.
The snow melted and is now just a cold memory.
I did the warmer weather sunshine chicken dance out by the farm stand.
Neighbors drove by and honked at me.
I’m sure they were thinking there goes that crazy lady doing weird shit again.
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.