The snow keeps piling deeper outside, well-shoveled drift-banks now over waist-high in places on our end of the street, and it’s time for winter musings. It’s busy, busy, busy on the homefront. Supper club invite is going out today, then work, a…
So that last polar vortex- was -15, windchill -46. I was not mentally or physically ready to deal with that, and still reeling from everything else life had thrown at me. I confess, I gave the chickens extra food, water, and bedding…
Today, when all the world is deep frozen and drifting, but bright, I sit, the fire at my back, and try to heal. Outside is arctic, a polar vortex of frostbiting winds colder than Siberia, than the south pole, colder even than…
Did a late round of chores last night to try to get ahead of this storm… Zeus helped, in his fashion… Tearing through the snowdrifts as I took bedding and water to the hens, snuggled the beehive with strawbales, and filled the…
So, sometimes I’m rosy and reductive and carefully edit the mood of my posts to try to keep the blog positive and upbeat. No sense dwelling on the ugly bits, right? But those not-so-pretty-parts are real, and just as big a part…
Just when you think spring must be coming… for it must! It MUST! The nightshades are sprouting, but in the basement, under lights, where what would they know of snow? They’re ready for the world, but it’s not ready for them. The…