It’s been a gray, gloomy winter so far. We’ve had one, glorious snowstorm and tons of heavy rain. The skies are overcast and the air is heavy. It feels very much like what I imagine a British winter would be. But I miss my wild, snowy, New England winters. I’m hoping January and February feel…
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Saturday Snapshot
The beaver pond is a perfect place for ice-skating. Recently, on Sundays after Mass, the kids have been spending afternoons skating with friends while the dogs harass each other and the adults huddle around the fire. This week, after two bouts of snow, the pond is covered, and we’re debating whether to go shovel it…
January Books
Last January, I started a reading challenge that took me from Sigrid Undset’s disappointing Kristen Lavrensdatter to Jean-Claude Schmitt’s fascinatingly dismissive “Ghosts in the Middle Ages” before the insanity of Spring: 2020 had me curled up by the fire with Tolstoy, Rilke, and the letters of Dostoyevsky. It took me a few months crawl out…
Winter Tea
I like to think of winter as the resting season. Our nights are so very long and dark, resting feels so natural. Cold weather makes me long to curl up on the couch with tea and Tolstoy. But life can’t stop completely just because it’s winter. I may want to hibernate all through the winter,…
Candlemas Updates..
We’re pouring candles. The whole house smells like beeswax! The cold is finally breaking up here, and tonight is supposed to be in the single digits! I’m so excited after a long week of nights in the negatives. We’ve been staying up late, feeding the fire, and eating piles of homemade cheesy-fries. Now the the…
Winter Skincare: Where I am, and Where I’m Going
Maine winters are hard on skin. My hands and face especially struggle against the cold winter and hot stove. I’m a careless stove-tender, and my fingers are singed often. I also seem to have slow circulation so my skin is definitely not at it’s best in the slow, sluggish months of January and February. But…
Healing, Hot Drinks for Midwinter
We are gathering around the stove more and more often these days, for tea and coffee, and other soothing cups. We cradle our mugs in hands streaked with soot and ink, sipping drinks that comfort our hearts and hands, souls and bodies. We’re a coffee family in the mornings, or late at night, and sometimes…
Y is For Home! 