A few weeks ago the sun was shining bright. Green grass peeked out from a midst the leftover chucks of icy snow. Mud puddles littered the driveway and the wood stove sat cold and unneeded. Then in one blustery stormy night spring was wiped out. Snow piled high, high. Puddles hardened into ice that crunched under…
The snowflakes slide past my window, swirling brightly against the gray of the sky. We are bundling in sweatshirts and jackets and gloves. Covering feet with wool socks and ears with warm hats. The truck carries us across the frozen fields. I marvel that on this mid-February day we are in two-wheel drive behind the…
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What does one do with a little boy who is home sick from school on a winter day? Read “Too Many Mittens” , of course! Then, when you’re done- make a little mitten garland… because how cute and fun is that?!
Indian summer is upon us. The warm November sun, fresh bales of fourth and fifth cutting hay all giving bursts of energy. Maybe this year, maybe, we can be ready for snow. My red Ford “car-truck” as my husband affectionately calls it, is piled high with firewood. The combine, the hay wagons, the baler… they…
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He grips my hand as we step out of the barn. It was another late night milking. Part of getting ready for winter. Using every bit of daylight to do field work. We’re almost to the house when I feel his tug. I step off the rough rocks of the driveway into soft grass. “Come…
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Thanksgiving is coming. Pumpkin. Squash. Carrots. All those root vegetables that make their appearance when the weather turns cold. When the chill starts seeping into the house… I bake. When the first frost comes, I make bread. When the first snow comes, I make snow cake. Then cinnamon rolls. And pumpkin muffins. And sweet potato…
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