|Remember my fun little drawings I used to do!? I miss doing these.|
I apologize in advance that this post is a bit about the weather.
Alas, I'm not complaining about the weather - on the contrary, I'm loving the snow.
I won't even complain about the 10 degree below 0 temps.
I'm not about to wish away a day - Spring will be here soon enough, and with it the delicious
mania that it brings.
For now is the time to hunker and bundle, wrap your hands around a hot mug of tea, bake a loaf of bread, check on your neighbors and be extra thankful for the blessings of a roof and furnace.
Now is the time to rest, read and reflect.
It's also the time to knit, sew, create and clean out.
Allow yourself to do that.
(I'm talking to m'self here too)
Is it just the homemaker in me that jumps to the opportunity to make cozy food and pull out extra blankets to nurture the ones I love? I get kind of excited in weather like this. It makes me want to make sure everyone and everything is OK.
It makes me want to chop wood even though I don't have a wood burner.
I want to boil water and stock up on supplies.
I want to wear plaid flannel and look out the window.
A large gluten free loaf of banana bread is in the oven, and the house smells wonderful.
I am quite concerned about the chickens, and I can't even bear to think of the state of the bees.
I told Glenco yesterday that we had no choice but to bring the whole lot of them in the house.
I'm seriously considering making this for Omelette - my rooster - since he doesn't tuck his head in at night.
I just hate to see his proud comb succumb to the bitter cold and turn black, and ultimately fall off - I mean - it's gotta mess with a birds self esteem, to go bald and all - and at such a young age.
I just think it needs a matching scarf to balance it out.
The BoyChild has requested the now infamous
It's been quite sometime since I've made it - but days like this just beg for it.
And speaking of the BoyChild - there will be an update soon. I have a lot of questions about 18 year old boys. He left at almost 17 and came home at almost 18 - and what a difference a year made. I have a lot of questions!
But here's just a bit of a teaser - he was approached by a photographer at a Starbucks in Chicago and asked to model.
Of course I gave him the 'he could have been a serial killer' lecture - but the results were quite stunning.
So my friends - stay warm. Stay content.
It's in these lean, cold days that our blessings are most evident.