The furniture was dusty and the floor definitely needed to be cleaned but I’m Continue reading
Today’s activity took me a mere 3 minutes and one set of cold Continue reading
You could say that today’s activity went straight down hill but the engineer would argue that we also went up hill.
For today’s activity was to enjoy an outdoor activity. So we bundled up because at -21 (-29 windchill) that was necessary but it’s a lot of work with a little one!
Grampa got the GT slider out and sat on it with her. Instant tears that didn’t stop until the end. So then I took her for a shorter ride with the same results. She declined a third ride in favour of going to see the kitties.
A lovely little visit with the cats where Little A made appropriate sounds and tried to hug them. Then we decided we would do a quick walk to at least feel like all the clothes were worth the effort.She heard the cows but they were too far away to see. We played on the big rock for a few seconds and then we tromped back inside. It wasn’t a stellar win but we got some fresh air.
I’m know that once Little A is back home there will be a walk or a snow shoe around the big pond and around the trees and fences. The sunshine, blue skies and remaining frost make it so enticing that the temp doesn’t matter much to me.
Ps I wrote this while the wee one vehicle napped and we waited for momma. We had a fabulous time Christmas shopping, she’s a model little tyke who doesn’t complain and stands still when asked. It helped me be a better shopper and not be so impatient!
It has seemed like a bit of a stretch. For the past 15 or so months I’ve had a Continue reading
The attraction seems to be far more intense than one would anticipate. In fact it reminded me of how strong magnets will pull across a space to touch.
The strange thing is I’m talking about a Continue reading
There has finally been a bit of a break in the unseasonably cold snowy fall weather. The combines are going full force late into the evening and we completed a significant portion of our fall yard work on the weekend. Construction season ended too early but now we have time to focus on a few other items.
So armed with a chainsaw and a clipper we started gathering materials so I could decorate the planters that remain outside. It’s so nice to have some colours and textures in them during the non growing season.
I think my favourite view of it is the one below; partly because it’s through clean windows! It’s a long day to do the 128 window panes and 16 door panels but it’s so worth it. We are so blessed with our house space and our rural life that the work is just fair trade for that.
I love the flower pots and the cost was nil this year as the few hardscapes are from previous years. Even then the rule was that I won’t spend more than $25 for any item so it’s mostly salvage from various spots. I’m so pleased with the results of my something from nothing this year.
I have plans to add a cross and poppies in November and then dress it with lites and outside flowers for the Christmas season in December. I think it will look better than it does sometimes in the summer when I’m struggling to get the plants to grow.
I spent the weekend surrounded by music; most of the hits from the 70’s and 80’s. Songs we could sing along to or that brought back crazy memories. I’ve never been a huge music person, perhaps because I am tone deaf. Don’t ask about my time playing a flute because it’s not a pretty picture. Don’t ask me what band plays what song as I fail that game quite spectacularly.
But every once in a while I connect deeply to a song. Which is guess is, for musicians, is what it’s all about. Just like writers want the words to resonate within the soul of the reader.
The lyrics of this song absolutely speak to my roots. The musical notes actually pull my feet to move and inspire me to sing, although that’s not a good thing.
Plaid dirt, white shirts, blue collar roots
Still runnin’ through my veins
I was born small town, deep roots
Mud on these boots
I wouldn’t change a thing
It’s how I was born and raised
(born and raised, born and raised, born and raised)
Born and raised
It’s how I was born and raised
The connection that I feel stems from the fact that this family group are farmers from southern Saskatchewan. A skip and two hops from where I grew up. The shared backgrounds, work ethics and love of county music means I feel a powerful connection to their work.
Ps. Pretty stoked we have tickets to see these young lads sing!!
Every once in a while there are some particularly funny social media posts. A particular one about domestic goddesses, in which I was tagged, cracked me up. I truly forget that not everyone has the cooking, preserving, baking and gardening gene or even likes to do those things. I’m quite sure, whether you are a non kitchen person or an old hand at canning, this post below will crack you up!! These are Mar’s on words and hashtag.
A little advice to the NEWBIE CANNER…
1)when your friend offers you 10lbs of beets and 10lbs of carrots RUN!… not having a canner won’t wash as an excuse because I guarantee that one will show up at your doorstep … my best advice is to say you hate carrots and beets…… Brenda you a smart cookie !
2) when experienced canners say” it will only take an hour or two … bank on 10…. we don’t know the shortcuts yet!!
3) warn your hubby that you are cooking beets…. otherwise it will appear to him that you have had a meltdown in the kitchen and killed something or someone with your bare hands… from the fridge to the sink to the stove and even the ceiling( that one took some talent) ….beet DNA is everywhere!!
4) Peeling garlic sucks ass
5) Once you have successfully converted quarts to liters and concocted your brine TRIPLE IT!!…recipes lie!!!
6) don’t get oversized jars because you need 10 gallons of water to cover the bastards …. and if you do, I suggest you start boiling the water before you even remotely think of canning anything because it takes forever!!
7)make sure you stay awake for 24hrs just to hear the lids pop otherwise you will always wonder who you will be poisoning next year when you give them as Xmas presents😳😳😳
8)be thankful that you didn’t also accept 10 lbs of tomatoes and a great salsa recipe🤪🤪🤪
9)just because your mother was good at canning doesn’t mean you will be… genetics don’t count!!
10) appreciate the domestic goddesses you know who do this stuff and like it!! Beverly Pavelich, Jasmine Asselin,Marilyn Gerwing,Bernie Cruikshank I am definitely humbled by this experience and am not canning worthy!!!😔😔😔😔
Now I’ve never thought of myself as a domestic goddess but I do love food. I’m particularly fond of home made baking and of garden produce whether it be canned, frozen or enjoyed fresh. The weekend hit high on both those fronts but the garden produce came at a cost.
That of cold fingers and icy chills down the neck. I always wonder why we wait till such a cold day to go dig carrots, beets and any other goodies left in the ground.
I can’t say that cleaning the harvest is my favourite thing to do but as I said, I love to eat it so it has to be clean.There were no bumper crops except maybe the pumpkin and squash. Which are still sitting in the snow.
The carrots as you can see are tiny. We were shocked to see that the 3 foot tall corn had actually produced cobs. Not a lot but enough for a thanksgiving feed so it’s now frozen and ready to be turned into creamed corn.I’ve already made 2 batches of borscht and there was still lots of beets left so they got cut up and roasted. I will pull them out in the winter and use them up. There was no beet juice anywhere but on the cutting board!
On the baking front it was time for a new recipe trial. I love pumpkin and had some smoked pumpkin in the freezer from last year that needed to be used before we harvest this year’s. So I saw this recipe for pumpkin spice cinnamon buns that looked delish!
And now you can see why I’m not a food blogger. I just do a basic flat lay picture, usually on my butcher block cupboard, and maybe edit it a bit for brightness. I might go so far as to find a nice backdrop but not very often. So while mine don’t look this good they sure tasted good!
Perhaps too good, for my own good.
I seemed to have been a bit absent in the blogging world during August. There was a variety of “stuff” that happened which all preempted blogging.
Then last night my Continue reading
Now with a title like that you would think that this story about fishing. If you are regular blog follower you will know that going fishing isn’t really in my wheelhouse. In fact the last time I went fishing my children were little and it was right after my Cautionary tale.
But I digress and you must be wondering what “got away” on me. Continue reading