After snow falling intermittently for the past two days, we have bright, lovely sunshine today.
We started the day with snow removal both with snowplow and shovel. When I finished clearing an almost 2' high drift off this walkway this morning it was still covered with patches of ice here and there. A couple of hours of sunshine (even in 14° weather) and it's as clear as in summer time. (Almost.)
Other areas won't show bare ground for months. But, hey, it's winter time in the north woods. And all the new snow is really pretty.
The wind with the snow the last couple of days made for some very creative drifting that we spent some time rearranging. All is well now and we can move around easily until the next snow. Move around easily, that is, if we remember there is a solid layer of ice under most of the snow.
The Bread Fairy (aka Chicken Mama) came yesterday and spent about five concentrated hours industriously working my kitchen. The result? Two loaves each of rye bread, oatmeal bread, plain old white bread (I wanted those for French Toast, my most favorite breakfast) and an orange/raisin rye bread. We are now wealthy in bread.
Our co-op grocery store recently had a special on organically raised turkeys and I picked up this 18-1/2 pounder. He went into the oven this morning shortly after eight bells and just now came out looking and smelling wonderful. I'll bone the meat as soon as it cools a little and then reheat some of it with all the fixings for dinner tonight. We're hoping Chicken Mama and her fella can arrange their schedule to come and enjoy it with us.
A good day. I feel so very appreciative of my life here on our little piece of ground.
the quotidian (2.20.17)
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