Winter Mornings on the Homestead

Winter Mornings on the Homestead

Winter Mornings

Winter mornings have taken on a new way, or more accurately, returned to old ways. I woke this morning, excited about the day ahead, and snuggled up to Steve. As of last night my freelance writing days are on long-term old…or maybe over. I’m still working on cutting back and refocusing, and I’m making a lot of progress. I’ve kept one publication, Walden Publishing, and let the rest go so that I have time to finish writing a book or two.

We lucked out with only four inches of fresh snow.  chirp  The call was familiar but I couldn’t place it and couldn’t find the bird. There are few deer on the game cameras now. It’s so cold at night the batteries are either slow or don’t work at all. They’re here according to the activity in the snow. The kale stems are nibbled down a little more each night. The deer stop short of eating the terminal bud. If they don’t come back to eat more before spring the plants might break dormancy and grow again. Fresh kale in the spring would be nice.  chirp 

Back in the house…

Back in the house, winter mornings are feeding the dogs and the sour dough, laundry to wash and hang by the wood stove, supper to plan… Speaking of supper, Steve is doing some of the cooking on a regular basis now. I love love love having a meal cooked for me, and he’s a great cook. He made chicken enchiladas and American chop suey (goulash) on Sunday. I’ll cook only twice this week and spend more uninterrupted time writing. We’ll have baked cranberry chicken tonight. Anyway, we’re talking about mornings. I brought in a bin of white pine, eastern hemlock, white cedar and balsam fir and went about making a wreath and three swags.

A blue jay napped in a hydrangea bush outside the sun porch, puffed up against the cold wind, barely flinching when the thin branch bounced. The feeders are full of suet, energy blocks, corn, sunflower and other assorted seeds.  chirp  I found the chirp when I brought fresh water to the ducks and chickens.  chirp  A robin huddled under an apple tree behind the hen house, pecking away at a frozen apple. It flew into another tree so I left quickly. Will it stay the winter? Time will tell. The photo is a maxed out zoom on my phone. I’ll take a different camera with me on a warmer day.

winter mornings, evergreen wreath, Christmas wreath

winter mornings, kale, deer
winter morning, terminal bud, kale, food plot

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7 thoughts on “Winter Mornings on the Homestead

  1. I chuckled at your ‘Chop Suey’ description. That’s the term my mother used in the 1950s (Smyrna, ME) and was totally misunderstood when I relocated to WIsconsin as a young adult.

    1. The first time I heard “goulash” I couldn’t imagine what the woman was talking about.

      I’m a bit more than an hour from Smyrna. We drive up now and then to shop at Pioneer Place, the Amish community’s store. I bet little has changed in town since the 50’s.

      1. Other than the Amish population it’s relatively the same.
        I’ll be returning in early August for an RCI 60th high school reunion In Houlton. Looking forward to walking the fields and woods of my 160 acre portion of the family farm – adjacent to and east of Smyrna Sheds.

    1. We’ve done a pretty good job of planning supper first thing in the morning so anything frozen can be thawed. That extra hour or so of not prepping and cooking makes a difference in my productivity.

  2. it seems that the birds don’t mind the freezing cold temps, but they always look so cold, I keep them fed all winter

    1. Me too. They were puffed up to twice their size today. I filled the feeders and put more down for the ground feeders so they’ll have breakfast as soon as they’re up in the morning.

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