Gluten-free apple tarts that I whipped up for Valentine's Day.
The picture I'm not showing you? . . . . that would be the frozen pizza baking in the oven right know.
Sometimes hikes don't last long either. Ayla nearly fell asleep while making a snow angel, and then immediately fell asleep on my shoulders, draped awkwardly half-over my head.
This is when I can chat uninterrupted ^
I haven't been as connected with Sylvia lately as I would like. So I made a Saturday date with just her. We went to Echo Valley Farm for a day of Garden Dreaming. Sylvia gets as excited as I do to look at seed catalogs and imagine what we could plant, so this was a good fit for her. An Amish man gave a fascinating talk about seed saving, which was followed by a seed-swap.
The part that I might have left out? . . . at one point, she sat in our van with two friends eating potato chips that we had bought from the gas station on the way to the farm.
Today was very cold and windy. Last night, I apparently hadn't latched the coop door tightly. This morning the door of the coop was wide open and the inside was covered with snow. The chickens were alive (thank goodness), but they were miserable. Then I managed to pour a good cup of cold water out of their waterer and straight into my boot while I was outside trying to feed them up and apologize.
Solar heating is awesome on sunny days! On cold, windy, overcast days I am thankful for the propane heat source and for the wood from our neighbors' land. The woodstove is also good for drying very wet boots.
The un-finished part of our house is another area I seldom share, but we are making a lot of progress. To give credit where it is due, this is Papa's work mostly. I can paint a wall or lay some tile, but I'm not too handy with building walls and such.
A lot of hard work goes into this house, and into this life. It's good work and a good life, but it's far from effortless or perfect.