Man, are we getting some snow!

I don't know if anyone out there can relate to the amount of snow we are going to get this weekend. It. Will. Be. In. Sane. They are predicting, like, 2 inches. Crazy right? Anyone out there know what we're going through?

How cute is my dog in the snow?

This is what our woodpile now looks like on the porch. Sad. We've been staying pretty warm though. As long as the temperature doesn't get below 25 we are nearly toasty. Below 25 it gets a little iffy.

Fortunately we still have lots of wood in the shed. Though, I can't just stroll out the living room door and grab it. Now, wood collecting is more of an adventure.

Bandanas

I likely have a new obsession - triangular knit shawls. This is how it began:






Where will it end???

Sugar, like a good dog, is showing her unfailing moral support:

Warm weather update...

A tree fell on our truck. There is only cosmetic damage to the roof - didn't chip the paint or crack the windshield, thankfully.


One of the different things about living in a solid brick house is temperature regulation. The bricks take a long time to cool off or heat up. This is lovely in the early summer. Being inside is typically like being in a cool basement.

It is less lovely in the spring when it is warm outside but the heat doesn't penetrate the bricks. Today is one of those days where we opened the doors to warm up the house. It's in the mid-60s and sunny. Lovely!

Sugar and I took advantage and spent some time in the hammock with Shakespeare.




But I know this weather won't last, so mittens and socks will still be knit!



This mitten will be for Anne-Marie. She picked out the purple/blue/orange yarn at Rhinebeck. It wasn't looking so great on its own, so I held it double with the goldenrod yarn I dyed earlier this fall and alternated it with stripes of just goldenrod.

Bedroom wood stove

We had a wood stove installed in our bedroom a few weeks ago. Isn't it cute?

The hearth is leftover tiles from the living room.

Sugar is also cute:

And Bill, too. This is his Princess Leah impersonation.

CA dreaming

We're back from California with lots of pictures to share. We had a lovely time in wine country and spent some fun days in San Fran as well. We saw the ocean, tall tall trees, terrifying hippies and lots of grapes. 

 

 

More photos in our CA album.

Large things from the garden

With the sad failure of our tomatoes this year, we placed all our garden hope in winter squash. We harvested today and weren't disappointed. We've got enough acorns, carnival and butternuts to keep us in squash soup or squash risotto though the winter.

We've also got enough pumpkins to bury ourselves in pumpkin bread, pumpkin pancakes, pumpkin gruyere gratin, pumpkin jam, pumpkin pie and pumpkin shrimp (?) until.....forever.

This is the haul after we gave away 5 large pumpkins!

Our coreopsis did really well too.

little things from the garden

I mean, how cute are these...!?!

Popcorn:

and you thought I was kidding...

...about the OCD. The ball jars were getting out of control and spilling into our laundry baskets. Something had to be done.

So, we emptied the panty and let all jams, jellies and canned fruits mingle. All the colors! All the flavors!!

 

(Pictured above: pear jam, blueberry jam and two types of peach butter)

Ta da! Our pantry at the end of the adventure. Bill counted 18 types of canned spreadable items. Plus some whole fruits and even two cans of beans:

Whole fruits are in the middle. Jams and jellies on the bottom. And the top...well, those are a Christmas surprise. 

We did have some sad jam fail. :(  Bill said the Bel Air peach butter was his favorite. And then we realized that two of the four jars of this treasure had bulging lids. They hissed when we opened them and smell like alcohol. Our guess is not enough sugar.

 

Chicken pen

It has been a while since we provided a chicken update! Earlier this summer we gave away two roosters on Craigslist to a very nice lady who somehow ended up with all hens. UNR (ooooo-ner or UnNamed Rooster) was our Barred Rock insurance. We ordered two males in case one of them didn't make it to maturity. 

As they got older, it became pretty obvious which Rooster we'd be keeping. Alby (like, "white" and the dude from Big Love, and sometimes Albus) was a terror to UNR and Fuzzy Longbottoms (who was a boy) so we figured he'd be the best protection for his hens. He is a great rooster with firm control over all situations.

A few weeks ago an immature Red Tailed Hawk hit one of the hens and killed her. We had been letting the chickens roam in their fenced in area without incident and were very impressed with Alby's ability to get all the hens in the coop when a large bird was in the area. The Red Tail, however, had been planning for a very long time and was extremely patient. He hit the hen when she was near the fence and, when she ran back into the coop to get away, he the hawk followed her right in. When we got home the hawk, the dead hen, and two others (who were seriously freaking out) were inside the coop. Alby had the rest of the ladies huddled near a fence corner as far from the coop as they could be.

So Bill built the chickens a little pen with a roof. They have a lot less space, but, you know, they aren't dead. 

 

Animal cuteness

We spent much of today splitting and stacking the wood we had delivered a few weeks ago. Sugar spend much of today trying to dig through the wood pile. We thought a red squirrel was the cause of her single-minded pursuit.

Turns out it was this guy:

See him in the middle? You may remember Pablo "The Baby Opossum" Stinky Pants from our garbage can a few nights ago. On garbage night Bill took the cans down to the road and Pablo took the ride. He kept scurrying to the top of the bags and then running back down. We were a little worried he would end up a flat opossum at the garbage dump, but he apparently found a new, (though still temporary) home.

And this is all of our mammals begging for turkey. Bill smoked a yummo bird last weekend and we made some plum chutney that was awesome with it. The cats just cared about the turkey.

Stackin some wood.

Before:

After:

There is still gobs of wood to stack, but this is not a bad thing.