Wife, writer, tinkerer, grower of food. I'm happiest outside our rambling farmhouse with a basket looped on my arm, picking dinner from the garden. That's joy right there. Please follow along; I'm so glad you're here!
We, er. We had some snow this week. I'm always such a sucker for the first snow, standing at my office window, rapt, like laaa laaa laaaaaa. Like a damn Who in Whoville. Exactly like that. This was no exception.
I love how it changes the light inside the house. This morning is sunny-- see previous comment about how it's been really gloomy lately-- and so I laid in bed an extra fifteen minutes and just admired the pretty sun washing through the pretty curtains in our bedroom, and the big fluffy white clumps of snow falling off the roof. This thrill will wear off, but for now just the novelty of snow is enough.
In other news, we're still getting 4-6 eggs a day.
This picture of Olive was too good to not publish. When we got her seven (gulp) years ago, she would dive under the bed as soon as we entered the room, ran from us, hid from us, for the first three months we had her. Would not let us pick her up. Now, she tolerates pretty much anything, and she loves Patrick most of all.
I snuck up on Del with my camera this morning. His face just cracks me up.