I chose my home in November.
It was the covered front porch, the potential for garden, the location, that it was an old house, and that the price was right.
I fell in love with my home in January.
It was the slant of the light coming through the windows. As the years have passed I have found that I love the way the light enters this house best this time of year. Certainly it has to do with the orientation of the house. Slightly crooked, Northeast to Southwest.
At the kitchen table:
Things preserved are in season.
Risotto is a perfect thing to add dehydrated vegetables to.
I added an egg to the leftovers and made pancakes/patties/rice burgers?
I also added dehydrated peppers and tomato sauce (also dehydrated, like fruit leather) to the lentils.
I could eat lentils cooked like this every week.
make one, mend one:
Little bear beast has acquired a layer of wool.
It's still very cold out there, one of the coldest winters on record according to the record keepers.
Thinking about common wisdom that comes from observation. Someone commented the other day that this was the coldest, snowiest winter they had seen here. I told her that it seemed to me, it happens about every seven years. The next day I read a news report that this winter pattern happens here about every 8 years...
Working on a ragged star.
It suits me.