Quiche for supper

Double lasagna. Homemade pasta, sauce, tofu ricotta – leftovers for the freezer!

Spring shearing

This is delightful book. Highly recommended!

Another overnight snowstorm

It’s time for reading glasses! I can’t believe how much these cheapies from the dollar store actually help, especially when reading at night.

Current checkouts. I don’t think I’ll get to all of these this time around, I guess it’s time to start reading and weeding.

It was a gorgeous day today! After we returned from my root canal appointment, we walked with Joker and then did a bit of work in the yard.

I even pulled out my mat and did yoga on the back deck. Spring is coming!

Daylight Savings time. Went for lunch, and then a board game with friends.

Best kombucha yet! Great carbonation 🫧

I’ve been brewing my own since December and we love it.

This is a gorgeous book!

Once upon a time, words began to vanish from the language of children. They disappeared so quietly that at first almost no one noticed – fading away like water on stone. The words were those that children used to name the natural world around them: acorn, adder, bluebell, bramble, conker – gone! Fern, heather, kingfisher, otter, raven, willow, wren… all of them gone! The words were becoming lost: no longer vivid in children’s voices, no longer alive in their stories.

You hold in your hands a spellbook for conjuring back these lost words. To read it you will need to seek, find and speak. It deals in things that are missing and things that are hidden, in absences and in appearances. It is told in gold – the gold of the goldfinches that flit through its pages in charms – and it holds not poems but spells of many kinds that might just, by the old, strong magic of being spoken aloud, unfold dreams and songs, and summon lost words back into the mouth and the mind’s eye.

More snow this morning:

More snow coming overnight – staying cozy!

It’s so cold out today, but we got out for our walk anyway. ☀️🥶🐾

Cozy meal on a snowy day

Our first morning. A skiff of snow and ice fog rolling in. Beautiful morning.

The necessities of life are less of a chore when you enjoy your tools.

I just got some Swedish dishcloths, and it makes it a little more fun to wash the dishes. It also helps to have some nice dish soap (I add lemongrass essential oil to my unscented Down East).

I drink more water out of my favourite cup, and when I have a crush on my water bottle, I’m more likely to keep it filled, drink out of it, and remember to take it with.

I don’t want to suggest that anyone ought to buy more stuff in order to get shit done, but there’s a time when dishcloths and water bottles need to be replaced.

Maybe it’s about being mindful of the intention for the items we buy: considering where they come from, how they’re made and where they will end up when we are finished with them. If I feel good about these things, there’s some joy that comes from using the object.

When there’s something I want to incorporate more of in my life, it really helps to make it a bit more appealing and enjoyable; to have a positive attitude toward it. It might be because I find it beautiful, or it feels good, or I am pleased to know what it’s made of and where it came from.

We made it home before the snowstorm

10 years ago today I was in Paris and got to visit the Shakespeare and Company bookstore ❤️

“Be Not Inhospitable to Strangers Lest They Be Angels in Disguise”

From Indigenous Voices Inspiring & Empowering Quotes From Global Thought Leaders by Taté Walker