seed ordering and garden planning
meaning to call and get our sap buckets back from our friend who used them last year
staying on top of work
nursing sick children
having lots of fun with well children
trying to ward off the winter crazies with a mix of nourishing cooking, interior de-cluttering, and outdoor excursions...
The thing I seem to enjoy the most these days, though, are the mornings. Whether its the great breakfasts that have yielded so thankfully from our well stocked pantry and freezer--and some busy hens--or the knowing that icy grip of winter is losing its grasp on all of the living that is demanding to creep. It creeps, presses, urges, from the colorful (or well sketched) pages of our seed catalogs, in the persistent sound of the life blood of trees dripping evenly into galvenized buckets. It pushes its way past the woodpiles and the brown icy snowbanks. It is apparant in the sensation of a woodstove penetrating against my back and a more gentle but growing warmness on my face through the window as the sun, coming up just a little earlier, enables my sacred sunrise coffee moment before the kids ramble downstairs and the day starts its wonderfully unpredictable unfolding.