Traps were set. The great George Gardner gave me a bucket of snap traps and told me how to do it. …
midwinter jewels and gems
Jewels and gems of winter, here are the core of les collines for the coldest months. The fruits are harvested locally—most within a few miles of where I live—excepting, sadly, the Meyer lemons and limes! Yup, wrong climate.
Extra quince, rhubarb, and Concord grape are frozen, while sage I can continue to harvest and good local cider is available year-round.
For more information on any of the fruit and its provenance read my prior posts…for detail on these winter flavors, read on!…
snow day quince
The near blizzard of 2015 was just a mild snowstorm as it turned out. …
mouse in the house
About halfway through my 12 days of flu, nocturnal scratchings of small rodent co-residents reached a crescendo. Of course, right? …
Epiphany, and interlude
Epiphany, January 6, did not hold much meaning for me growing up. …
fruits of winter
Maybe the title for this one should be, January stock. Here’s the count….
auld lang syne
When I heard the news Joe Cocker died, I thought, too soon. Already? He was just 70. …
stacking wood
The week before Christmas my three months of 7/7 were reaching their pinnacle in a paroxysm of effort. And I’d thought that week would be a wind-down….
solstice
Well that was a long lag time from the last post….maybe I’ll write about the intervening high-density 23 days next post. For the moment just glad not to be speaking French for a bit, eh oui….
thanks and giving
Thanksgiving seems to have evolved to become yet another venue of competition rather than a moment to give thanks. I wonder if it is a cultural thing– we are not just overweight, we are obese, and have reality television shows to help us shed hundreds of pounds. We don’t do yoga as the yogis intended, we do it as hot, among other things, and we compete with our neighbors in frequency, poses and attire….
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