Tuesday, January 22, 2019

The big cold


Well, that happened.  We took no real notice of all of the weather warnings and winter rewarded us with dumping a full foot and a half of snow on our place.  The snow is higher than my boots when I slog through it every day to feed, water and gather eggs.

At least the sky has been bright and beautiful, part of the time anyway.







As luck would have it, it was also a full moon.

We were basically snowed in for a long weekend.  
It made me think about how much my life has changed over the years.  If this had happened 4 or 5 years ago I could tell you exactly how I would have spend the last three days: luxuriously  lying in bed under the covers with a coffee cup full of wine reading The Shining as the chill crept in from under the old windows.

I'm not saying it was "Overlook Manor" here exactly but my job now was to make sure everyone was fed and entertained, cabin fever be dammed.    The oldest puttered around the house on his scooter (not un-like Danny with his tricycle in The Shining) and had lots of activities to enjoy.


We build a tiny xylophone, built a tic-tac-toe board, read lots of books, painted.


Watched our neighbor, God bless him, snowplow the driveway for us.  It seems like a small thing but as it was covered with a foot and a half of snow it would have taken us a solid day to shovel it. 


We fished in a tiny pond, measured each catch against a ruler and decided to throw the fish back or put it in the tiny fabric cooler.

One snowy day the oldest found a balsa plane kit in our bedroom.  "Mama let's build this!" he said.  Sigh, OK, you're right.  I bought this kit 5 or 6 years ago and have never attempted to put it together, so what could I really say but "Sure"? There are about 500 pieces, all made of paper-thin balsa wood.  So far we have made the body of the plane, the rudder, the tail and the oldest has learned lots of creative new swears.  I think I've broken every paper-thin piece at least 4 times and super-glued the plane to my fingers more times than I can count.  


There were some inventive meals cooked.  The freezer was relieved of a chicken, some fish, venison sausage and frozen pasta dough.  We used some canned apples and bruchetta.  We didn't go to the store until things were dire: the house was out of cheese, wine and diapers.   It was a wonderful three days of being isolated from the world and together as a family.

Saturday, January 19, 2019

Going Gently postcard & snow


John over at Going Gently is having a post card contest. This was my entry mailed off today under the "animals" category. He's already received a couple of good, saucy ones competing for the "gay men" title so I won't even attempt to make one.  Postage to Wales was $1.25 and is an amazing treat. So excited to send a card to a person I've enjoyed reading for years. I feel like blogging is the new "pen pal" way of doing things and it delights me to read about someone's daily life in a place far away.


In other news, the oldest and I made a snow T-Rex outside today.


And took several rides around the yard in the sled.

We are forecasted to get a large amount of snow this weekend. I'd like to think we're ready for it; today I roasted a chicken and vegetables, baked a cake and a loaf of bread. Not sure how that makes a difference but I feel better about it anyway. It seems like every time we are forecast to get mountains of snow we only get an inch or two. At least meals are taken care of. 

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Tummy time


"Tummy time" is hated by babies everywhere, or so I have been told. Both of our kids loved it.  The secret, apparently, is to place the baby on the floor, sprinkle shredded cheese out of his reach and deploy the cats.  The baby is thrilled and talks to the cats.  The cats are thrilled with the cheese.  Everyone wins.  It may be lazy parenting but it's pretty hilarious.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Life

Just some fun from last week that I wanted to remember.  There was one day when I went upstairs for a nap and came down to find these:


My husband and the oldest had made paper bag puppets for this book.  Aren't they adorable?  The book is about an owl (Sam) and his trouble-making firefly friend Gus.  Paper bag puppets are the best.


We had a piece of ginger in the kitchen that was sprouting in two places.  The oldest was tasked with planting it in the little blue bowl.  Construction equipment was required, I think a miniature front-loader.  Honestly, I don't know what any of these toys are so it's a good thing I have a 3 year old to explain the difference between a front-loader, backhoe, etc.  We've never tried to grow ginger before but it was fun to plant it at least.  We'll see what happens.


The hammock has been replaced (thanks, Dad!) and is back in action.  I have been swinging in it at night, in the the dark, after the kids go to bed.  The other night it was snowing while I was outside and it was really wonderful.


There's been a half-hearted attempt at sorting seeds for this year's garden so we can make plans and put in a seed order.  This year I'd like to to approach growing birds and plants in more of a grocery-list quota way as opposed to whatever happens. That's the idea any way.


We had goulash this week.  Every month a handful of magazines come in the mailbox.  They were free offers from awhile back and I don't really read them but have been tearing out the pages that I want to keep and putting them in a folder on the desk (then throwing the magazine out).  It's helped to reduce clutter and resulted in some new meals.


This was good and we'll make it again.


Over Christmas there was a ton of stew made and some ended up in the freezer.  A container of chicken stew got pulled out last week and made into a chicken pot pie.  My mother in law gave me this tiny, adorable cookie cutter years ago.  I love how all of the chickens look unique.


A post wouldn't be complete without a cat picture.  Here is Elyse catching a snow flake on her tongue.  Not really, but that's what I told he oldest and he thought it was the best thing ever.




Monday, January 14, 2019

Child labor


Free child labor.


He insisted on mopping the entire downstairs all by himself. Now we're talkin'. Someone please pass the bonbons.

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

Crazy weather

It's been an odd sort of non-winter around here this year. It's been really warm. I've seen a robin already. The poultry are acting *ahem* like it's spring. We were all enjoying it until yesterday when we had a tornado warning that sent us to the basement, TWO hailstorms and a thunderstorm complete  with lightning.  



Hail!


The sky was both stormy grey and sunny blue, often at the same time.


We all did get to enjoy the afternoon. There were muddy puddles to jump in.

I guess there was an actual tornado not too far from us. In January! 


One of us decided to give up and spend the day napping.


Bee's nap didn't last long.  Elyse, poor thing, somehow got shut in the garage and we didn't find her until late last night.  Some extra cat treats helped her get over the insult.  We went for a little drive in the evening to get peroxide to whiten my goose skull that I picked up from the taxidermist and the oldest got a couple of tiny goldfish for his aquarium.

It was nearly 60 degrees yesterday. Overnight the temperature fell and now it is 28 with snow on the ground. I did go to yoga (drove, didn't walk) and that was nice. Pot pie for dinner and I think it's going to be an early night, maybe with a book.

Saturday, January 5, 2019

Goodbye hammock


Hammock and I in better days; here we are camping at Cook Forrest.

I love my hammock.  It was a Christmas gift a couple of years ago and at first it stayed in the camper only to be brought out on special occasions.  But, let's be honest, isn't every day I'm alive a special occasion?  It is.  So I set it up between a couple of pear trees and every day, every single day (baring rain) I swing in it after I close up coops.


Out back in the old orchard.

Until last night anyway.  It finally happened.  After leaving my beloved hammock out in all types of weather since spring.... it died.  Dramatically. I extended it to swing, jumped in, let go and promptly fell THROUGH it. 


Poor thing.  

Luckily my backside is padded enough that there were no major injuries when this happened but I caught the flabby underside of my upper arm as I fell (all women over the age of 30 will understand what I'm talking about here) and so am getting a big bruise.  



It could have been worse.  I'm glad it didn't die when the baby and I were swinging.


Or Bee and I.  Or the oldest.  Who loves the hammock as much as I do.  

Anyway, we need a replacement and quick.  I had plenty of time to think upon this last night.  Woke up at 2 a.m. and decided to try to sleep in my own bed instead of  on the couch.  Moved the oldest into his own bed and the baby into the crib.  At which point all hell broke loose, the baby crying This is not where I sleep! and the oldest half awake and demanding a milkshake.  So I was wide awake after I made him a frozen banana smoothie and checked Amazon.  Happily, new hammock can be had for less than $30.  Or, I could upgrade to one with a mosquito net over top of it (it looks like a big pea shell) for $40.  This would allow me (at some point?) to sleep outside.  Decisions, decisions.  For now my sore self is going to have a glass of wine, take another aspirin and ponder my choices.




Wednesday, January 2, 2019

Our bird tree


In the spirit of trying to instill the "giving" part of Christmas into the oldest we made a tree for the birds this year. Most of the decorations for the tree were edible; dried apples, orange slices and pinecones rolled in peanut butter and bird seed. After Christmas we moved to tree outside and re-decorated it.



It got knocked over during a storm the night before last but we fixed it up again. So far it's being enjoyed by mostly house sparrows but we have some woodpeckers coming by for the suet and some juncos eating spilled seed.

I'm hoping to make more decorations for it on days we are snowed in this winter so all of us can enjoy it in the coming months.

New Year's Resolutions