I was making my way back from the barn when the row of elm trees looked so enticing I almost went trudging into the deep snow …
… but that would be detrimental to my health. Wading through deep snow makes breathing heavy, did you know that? In no time at all, I’d be exhausted. So instead I returned the empty ice-cream pail (cat-food carrier) to the house and headed toward the road.
We’ve had this super-cold weather lately, so I was surprised to find upon reaching the road that it didn’t seem so horrible out there and I wanted to keep going. I hadn’t been for a walk lately as the last two weeks were at a house next to a highway, where I had no inclination to venture; all I’d done was ramble around the large yard, but that’s just not the same.
It was beautiful out there, with the sky so blue and the glittery snow and the blue shadows and the distance, distance, distance! and again I thanked my lucky stars that I live where I do. No traffic. No houses. Just me and the road and the hope of seeing a moose or coyote or deer or rabbit up close (but not too close, in the case of that first one). The wind has created vast fields of hard, sculptured waves.
Having done little walking in recent weeks, and reminding myself that in spite of my comfort it was probably still 25-below, I turned toward home after less than half a mile. Here’s our little pad tucked into the trees:
On the south side of our driveway is this solid bush that I’m always powerfully drawn to. The bush on the north side has been hollowed out by flooding, but the south side still has a magical influence on me:
I always stop and stand there, feeling its pull. It must be full of fairies.
And finally, the woodshed:
This side of it is south-facing so in spite of the deep freeze we’re in, the sun makes itself felt, creating a lace trim:
And that, my fine-feathered friends, brings us to the end of our stroll. There was nowhere else to go but the porch …
… where I was met by a wall of heat and an excited deerhead chihuahua.
I was ambitious after that, but didn’t get farther than making a double batch of lentil-herb soup that we’ll be eating for a week. Here’s the recipe, very simple: http://stubblejumperscafe.blogspot.com/2014/08/lentil-herb-soup.html
wisewebwoman: You truly have inspired me to write about a dream I had last night.
I’ll be happy to read that!
lily cedar: Blogging reminds me a lot of pen pals I had as a kid. A chance to get to know other people that you would never normally meet.
I had penpals too, found through the youth pages of a newspaper, The Western Producer, to which I contributed (god knows what) under the pseudonym Fudgehound. I was an avid chocolate-lover and fudge-maker from the age of nine.