In the depths of winter our chickens stop laying and we go without homegrown eggs. Some time in March when daylight increases enough and we start to see hints of spring, we’re delighted to find eggs once more. The red sex link hens are the first to lay, but this year the Americaunas started contributing their smaller, pretty green-blue eggs shortly after. This is surely the earliest sign of spring for us, and in many ways the most welcome.
After many days of nothing but brown, damp landscapes tonight our valley is once more covered in snow. It’ll be gone tomorrow, and then maybe spring will be ready to make itself known in these parts. Until then, I have the colourful silk flowers given to me by my youngest for Easter.
Of the indoor kind. After an extraordinarily slow start to winter, including a disappointingly dull, muddy December landscape, we got a generous serving of snow that has managed to stay. Temperatures have dipped up and down, snow levels have fluctuated, but it’s firmly winter. It’s reassuring, as this is how it’s ‘supposed to be’ here at this time of year. Early on we fit in sledding and we always get out snowshoeing, but there is a lot more indoor time in the depths of January, there just is.
Toffee is partial to board games and the like:
As long as she doesn’t have to over extend herself.
Caramel finds adventure everywhere:
Both cats just enjoy hanging out:
Drawing and colouring have always been big at our house, but the trend in cool colouring books has been picked up in a big way by our local bookshop and we’ve been happy to test out some of their new finds.
Sometimes just doing nothing works.
Reggie loves taking the lead on that one, especially after having a big walk through the woods.
Sometimes we like to look outside just to remind ourselves why huddling inside can be so nice.