The days are brighter

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. ……….William Wordsworth

Nestled under the snow banks in our fields hundreds of daffodils, crocus and iris struggle to find the spring sun light.    Short of clearing away the blanket of white, it will be a few more weeks before we have any flowers in our yard.

This time of year I crave flowers as much as I crave the smell of wet earth, rhubarb and bird songs.   Thanks to the local volunteers, our kitchen was brightened with daffodils from the April is Cancer month fundraiser.

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I have been blessed with a husband who loves flowers too.   Himself purchased bulbs in December at Halifax Seeds, to make our spring just a little bit brighter.

 

 

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The signs of spring

Last Saturday I enjoyed the first rite of spring.  Two of the local churches held indoor yard sales, which were largely attended.   Mind you I had to wade through a snow bank and tread gingerly across the icy parking lot, but I was greatly awarded for my efforts.  Living in a small house, I need to be very selective with my purchases.   Luckily I enjoy shopping for my extended family.

With three great grand daughters and one great soon to be born niece, I am always on the hunt for girl clothes.   At the great sum of 50 cents per item, I bought two full groceries bags of pretty pink and purple attire.

One of the vendors asked if I was looking for anything in particular.  I answered a microwave and that I did not see one for sale.   Not to worry, she had purchased one for her classroom but was told the Fire Marshall had banned the use of microwaves.  If I did not mind waiting, she would go to the school and pick it up.   A half hour later I was the proud owner of a barely used, new to me microwave for $20.00.

The miserable weather of late doesn’t seem to bother me as much now, I’ll just look for more indoor sales.

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Perfect day for cooking & quilting

The only thing worth while doing outside today is clearing snow.  It’s too damp and windy to enjoy the outdoors.  While DH works on the yard and deck, I’ll stay inside nice and warm keeping the home fires burning and the sewing machine humming.  It’s a type of day that calls for comfort food.

When I need such a recipe, I always check  out Marie Rayner’s The English kitchen.  Marie is a Nova Scotian who moved to England in 2000.   Her blog offers incredibly wonderful recipes accompanied by pictures that will  make your mouth water.

If your in my neck of the woods around lunch time today drop on by for sausage and mushroom casserole followed by bread & butter pudding with lemon curd.

After lunch you can help DH shovel the deck, while I bake a batch of granola cookies.   I plan to spend the rest of the afternoon working on the quilt for by soon to be great niece, as this is International Quilting Day!

 

 

 

 

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Looking for a bit of green

Thank you Mr. Weatherman for once again being wrong in predicting the weather.  Instead of the flurries and/or sleet, we were blessed with sunny skies this morning.  At a balmy plus 5, we were basking in the sun and the heat.

DH and I ventured into town on the hunt for a bit of green.   We did not find one blade of grass, but we did drop into  the Rockwood Park Interpretation Center  for Seedy Saturday. 

Although we did not bring any seeds to the event, we left with packets of Aster, Dwarf Kale, garlic bulbils and snow white tomato seeds.   We spent a good hour making new friends and talking about gardening and the wonderful spring and summer to come.

So for now the only green we have to enjoy, is the green onions growing in a glass of water in our kitchen.  Green onions will last for months as long as you add more water, and replenish with fresh water every two weeks.

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If you like more information on vegetables that will regrow in water, check out this article.

 

 

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the beginning of a perfect day

We awoke to a morning of bright sunshine rather than the freezing rain and high winds the weather man predicted.   As I shopped yesterday fearing the weather prediction, there was plenty of time for a leisurely breakfast.   Maple sausages, homemade apple sauce, farm fresh eggs and left over mashed potato pancakes were on the table in no time.

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The pancakes are super easy, and a great way to use up left over potatoes.   We make extra potatoes at least once a week just so we can have potato pancakes.  The recipe can be found here.

After a bit of house work I intend to devote a great part of the day to sewing.  I’ll pause at 11:30 to listen to “Under the Influence” on CBC radio.  After lunch I’ll  spend an hour or so sprawled on the couch reading the Telegraph and The Globe & Mail.

So in the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson………………..

“ Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Stay calm and quilt

Sunday afternoon the winds were blowing, the snow was drifting.

What’s a girl to do? Stay calm and quilt of course.

While DH rode the tractor plowing the drive way and moving tons of snow, I kept the sewing machine humming.

This little quilt has been in the making for the best five years.  If I get my act together I may have it ready by the end of April for my newest great niece.  If not then, maybe by the time she has children.

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at the risk of sounding like a hypochondriac

… I had yet another visit to the Sussex hospital.  The wrist injury which happened on the second Thursday in January, was followed by a over night admittance on the second Thursday in February.

I drove home early  Thursday afternoon due to the storm. Thinking that the pea soup served at lunch didn’t quite suit me, I immediately went to bed  for a bit of a lie down, hoping the cramping would stop.   DH should have known something was a miss when I was feeling too miserable to eat supper.

By 7:30 I was in the bathroom singing to the flush with non stop vomiting and severe stomach pain.   Stubborn is my middle name so it took another two hours for me to admit defeat and allow DH to drive me to the hospital.  By this time the storm was raging.

Upon entering the hospital, the projectile vomiting began again and I christened the lobby.  Despite my grand entrance, the nurse was extremely helpful and rushed me into a johnny sheet, an i.v. pump and a shot of Gravol.

X-rays, blood test and a few examinations later, I was diagnosed with a bowel obstruction.  The nurse and doctor on staff were so helpful.   The morphine, anti spasm medication and industrial strength anti-nausea medication made the pain almost bearable.

DH was told to go home and return by 8:00 the next morning as the surgeon would then decide if surgery would be an option.  Poor DH, the usual 20 minute drive home took an hour and a half due to the storm.

By noon on Friday the surgeon determined the medications were doing the trick and surgery would not be necessary.   After a few more hours of monitoring I was allowed to go home on a liquid diet.

Thanks to the morphine Friday and Saturday are a complete haze.  Today I’m feeling much better, somewhat apprehensive as to what the second Thursday in March might bring.

 

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You gotta love Maritime living

Yesterday the first robin of the season appeared at the feeder…….today a blizzard.

Other signs we live in the Maritimes

1. Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor..on the highway. whe

2.”Vacation” means going to Moncton for the weekend.

3. You measure distance in hours.

4. You know several people who have hit a deer.

5. You often switch from “Heat” to “A/C” in the same day.

6. You use a down filled comforter in the summer.

7. You can drive 100 km through 13 feet of snow during a raging blizzard without flinching.

8. You see people wearing hunting clothes at social events.

9. You install security lights on both your house and garage and go and leave both unlocked.

10. You think of the major food groups as: Meat, Fish and Tim Hortons.

11. You carry jumper cables in your car and your wife knows how to use them.

12. There are seven empty cars running in the parking lot of the Canadian Tire store at any given time.

13. You design your kid’s Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.

14. Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.

15. Your lingerie consists of tube socks and flannel pajamas.

16. You know all 4 seasons: Almost Winter, Winter, Still Winter and Construction.

17. It takes three hours to go to the store for one item, even when you’re in a hurry because you have to stop and talk to everybody in town. And Finally: You know you live in the Maritimes when…

18. You actually understand these jokes and forward them to all your friends from the Maritimes.

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Illiterate Squirrels

We recently purchased a new bird feeder. Apparently I should have left the ‘SQUIRREL PROOF’ tag on it before hanging it from the apple treeIMG_6362 (4)

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what’s new in pink and blue

My lovely new cast.
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and my lovely new mason jars

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