A Pot Roast and Strawberry Jam Kind of Day

55°f/13°C , cloudy and rain showers all afternoon.

Greener and greener

With rain in the forecast for the afternoon, I decided to spend the morning in the garden. And now I finally feel almost caught up. I planted garlic, peppers, tomatoes, marigolds, dill...I don't know what all, but all that's left to put in is limas, rattlesnake beans, cucumbers and squash. 

Then the rain arrived, right iron schedule. So it was indoors and cooking time. Venison potroast

and strawberry jam, both made from what was in the freezer and cellar.

What a nice day! I'm  ending it by watching the seventh season of Grantchester, a series I started watching at least 5 years ago. My English granny and my aunt and uncle lived in Grantchester, so some scenes are very familiar, especially this pub: The Green Man, where we went several times with my cousin Les, and once or twice with John too. I was so surprised to see it on the show that I had to pause the movie and take a photo! So I had to go back and find my own photo of The Green Man, posted after our visit in 2013.

How I would love to be there now! But I believe the pub actually closed in 2020.

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Thaw

10°f, -12°C, warming to 41°f. Clearing skies.

Morning sparkles

Finally, a mostly sunny day that actually warmed up to let some thawing begin! Snow left the roof of the log room with a great whoosh, and took all the lovely icicles with it. Ah well. 

The icicles I have watching grow the past couple days, all gone with the whoosh. I took this photo this morning; you can just barely make them out.

I shoveled part of the deck and salted the porch steps, and Larry salted the walks and tried to shovel, but alas this ice us still quite thick under the snow. He did get the tractor out again and worked on the driveway, so perhaps one day we can drive the van back down again.

Across the hill, we could heat the laughter and shouts of our neighbor's grandchildren as he hitched a large piece of metal roofing to his four-wheeler and was pulling them around in the snow. Other children down the road were sledding, I see, according to their Facebook pictures. It was a good day to be outdoors.

The cellarhouse. The top is storage, the bottom is where I store apples and all the food we can.

I was in and out all afternoon, after the air warmed up, but spent the morning canning pasta sauce. We still have several gallon cans of sauce given to us last summer; it is pretty bland so I added seasonings and canned it in quart jars, which will be much more suitable for us.

This evening we watched Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont, an older movie that we watched several years ago. I could not remember the story line, but I knew I liked it. Such a touching movie! 

I did step outside during the movie to see the beautiful full moon though. What a sight! 

I guess that's all the non-news for today. I hope you all had a great weekend!

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Just Another Saturday

14°f, -10°C this morning, with light snowing continuing until noon.

The promised snow arrived, leaving 3 inches of new fluffiness on top of the earlier 13", which hasn't melted. It has packed down a bit, so we have about 15" on the ground now. Today warmed up to 30°f, and the icicles I have been watching grow in front of the window added a good 6" to their length. Larry has been knocking down the ones on the back of the house, but I asked him to leave these. I just love seeing the sun glint on them. 

No more snow is predicted until at least next weekend, and with a slight warming trend this week we should see the mounds begin to shrink. 

You know I have been enjoying this snow! I mean, it has been years since we have had such weather, and I have to wonder if I will see it again in my lifetime, given climate change. So I am taking much pleasure now, storing away as many memories and pictures as I can. I know many people are complaining about it, especially those who must drive in it, but for me it is an unexpected delight. 

I still haven't been off the sidewalks though, and even those are tricky and icy. Larry, bless him, says each morning he's not going to go out any more than he has to...and then spends several hours mucking about out there.  And he loves it too, coming in a ruddy-cheeked and smiling. Last year we built a snowman, but haven't done that yet this year. Maybe tomorrow. We shall see.

I did very little today, even slept in until 9am. And I do mean slept. The pill for nerve pain, combined with Tylenol PM has made good, solid sleep possible again at last. It's amazing how much good sleep does for one! Until late afternoon, I actually thought today was Sunday, so I was taking it slow; for some reason it seems perfectly acceptable to me to be a little lazy on Sundays. But I did do a little cleaning, canned 5 pints of venison, and finished my book, so I guess I redeemed myself a bit. And tomorrow I can be lazy again,  right?

It wasn't a great read, just an average murder mystery set at Christmas time. It was disappointing because although the author tried to provide all kinds of suspenseful atmosphere,  he did not leave all those enticing clues that good mysteries scatter about, which allow the reader to form theories about whodunit as they read. Another thing: when the characters are gathered for a meal, there were no details of what they ate. Okay, a small thing, but if they are having breakfast at an English manor house, don't you want to know if they had ham and mushrooms and baked beans and so on? Or if they are at the local pub, what they're drinking? Or if wandering in a garden, what flowers or shrubs surround them? Those kinds of details are important,  I think, to paint a vivid scene.

Right now our house is so quiet. My CD of Celtic music has ended (we still play CDs here), and Larry is sleeping. Little Boy is curled up in a corner, Buddy is sleeping in Larry's chair, and Clyde the cat and Daisy are on the rug in front of the stove. The crackle of the fire and Daisy's snoring are the only sounds. I think it is time for me to join the sleeping crew myself. 

Good night, all.

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Snowed In

18°f, about -8°C, snow flurries continuing all day.

It has been years since we have been snowed in, but with 12" of snow on the ground, we aren't going anywhere, and won't be for a while from the look of it.

The snow started Sunday afternoon, and continued through Monday. But Monday night we had a little over 11", but added another inch overnight. Even now, late Tuesday afternoon it is still flurrying. We had a 4% chance of snow today but I guess no one told the clouds. More snow is predicted for Friday.

We had ample warning that we could have this much accumulation, but that it could also be freezing rain or sleet. We did have a tiny bit of that, but thankfully not much. What is funny is that our son Derek, who lives maybe 10 miles away as the crow flies, only got 7". Go figure.

But all around our area, the roads are awful. Most have not yet been plowed or treated. School has been canceled and lots if businesses are closed. Surprisingly,  our electricity is still on, probably because we had enough wind to knock the snow out of the trees.

It is absolutely beautiful outside, but for the most part I am enjoying it from inside because I have no desire to take any chances with my new knee. Larry has been out and about a lot, shoveling a bit of the walk, setting up a heater in the cellar, bringing in wood for the fireplace,  taking care of the chickens, etc. Today he walked up the hill to where he parked our vehicles to the snow off and let them run a little. It was a difficult walk, as there is a crust if ice just below the last snow so he had to crunch through that with every step. He said he was wishing for snowshoes! But he dressed very warmly and took his time because he didn't want to be a statistic of the storm. I hate leaving all this work on him, but I know I must.

The dogs, of course are loving it. They are like having little children, going in and out all day to play. No worries about Buddy running off in snow this deep!

I have stayed busy doing some cleaning and some canning. I put up 13 quarts of pinto beans and 6 of corn chowder. Our oldest son gave us a gallon of maple syrup made near his home, which needed to be divided into smaller containers for storage. To do that, I heated the syrup to 180°f , put into sterilized jars with new lids, and then turned the jars upside down for 10 minutes, per instructions from a Canadian government website. This is enough syrup for  at least a year or two. And do delicious.

It's good weather for canning--the extra heat is welcome as temperatures haven't reached higher than 25°f this week. Tonight will be very cold, and I think tomorrow night will be single digits. Fortunately Larry was able to fix the problem with our main heating stove--the orifice needed a good cleaning. Wellhead gas is not quite as clean as gas that has been through the compressor stations, but we rarely have any issue with it. Except when we do! It is a blessing though to have free gas and not have to worry about a terrible bill.

This cold spell is expected to stay with us for most of next week, so the snow won't be leaving anytime soon. We don't have to be anywhere,  so we will just hunker down and enjoy this down time. I finished one of the books I bought to read over Christmas, an older title called Christmas Party by Georgette Heyer. It was a murder mystery, and even though I knew who had done it almost immediately I continued reading because it was such a well-written book. Now I am reading another murder mystery, called Murder for Christmas by Francis Duncan. It too promises to be a good read. I think I have 2 more similar books that I bought in December, along with a dozen others waiting to be read.

While I am writing this, Larry is snoozing under the colorful throw made for us by granddaughter Ashley. Lord knows he's earned the rest! Snow is still drifting by the window, the fire is crackling, the dogs are sleeping, and I can't think of anywhere I would rather be at this moment.

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