Snow

The hens don’t agree with the weather and are refusing to leave the coop. We coaxed them down below where their water storage is by giving them the ends of a bunch of romaine lettuce I chopped up.  We only got 3 eggs yesterday. 

Corbin and Soren had some calls from neighbors who hired them to come shovel driveways. 

I’ve found many snowballs inside coat pockets when hanging up the mountain of sopping wet bibs, hats, gloves, scarves, and jackets at the end of the day. 

My countertop herbs looked pretty pathetic until I moved them to the hearth. The thyme was too far gone before I realized it was frozen in the windowsill (oops) but the basil is loving the fireplace heat. 

Arkansas going through some kind of identity crisis right now.  We’re trying to be there for her and get her through it by baking breads and desserts, cuz that’s what good friends, do. 

We joined the cul de sac for a bonfire in the snow, this evening. 



Jenna and Sadie—these two are cute and fun and loving moms. These women are wild and free mamas and my boys are “Primrose lane lost boys” with their sons. They also have littles for my triple threat to run wild with. We visit, the kids play and bring us live animals. We mend owies and send them back out to play some more.  

Listen.  “Feels like -18” is no. Joke.  It got down to -20  and still has not been above freezing. We are extra grateful to have had more firewood delivered Saturday afternoon before the 2nd wave of arctic blast hit us! 



Corbin says “Accio Summertime!” 




Pink bubble baths x 3.