Our Sunday began in the darkness as it always does these days. We wake to a cold house, Mike rises and starts the fire and coffee. We huddle under blankets until the fire’s warmth reaches our toes. The snow blew wickedly across the landscape and I was grateful for the warm ember of our home with smoke tufting from the chimney. I was comforted by the fact that my sole purpose that day would be to make sure the chair in the corner of our front room (the one beside the wood stove) didn’t blow away and that the pulled pork (actually beef) was edible. I worked away on my scrappy cowl throughout the day and kept that chair in its place.
The sun was bright and the wind howled, but we decided to bundle up for some fresh air. The wind cut through our clothes bitterly. We decided to check for eggs and found 4 which brought today’s count up to 5! The roof is covered with sheets of Styrofoam which has always been fine, but the Wyandottes seem to prefer roosting high and pecked it down. I began cramming extra insulation into the breezy places in preparation for the cold snap coming this week.
Silas quickly fell asleep on my lap once we returned to the fire inside. He tends to fall asleep this way for naps more than he ever would if I put him in his bed for it, but I wouldn’t change that.
The pulled beef was delicious with candied maple yams, asparagus, and potatoes.
What did your Sunday look like?
go gently + be wonderful