I cannot get out.
One of our kind neighbors brought a snowplow to clear our drive way, which has been blocked for days. Alas, he got a bit off course and plowed through my garden, so there goes the lavender. Very vexed.
I think there may be only three plants left, but it is hard to tell because the snow is still too deep. Doubtful harvest next year.
More wintery hijinks: Happy to see the greenhouse still standing. But as soon as I stepped inside, one of the panels collapsed on my head. The greenhouse is now full of snow. Very vexed.
It was no trouble to put the panel back up and scrape the snow off the remaining roof, but that cold blast down my coat was a real wake-me-up.
Fortunately, the camellia appears undamaged, and I am hopeful for blooms in a week or two.
All is a small price to pay for the most perfectly beautiful White Christmas.
And it is warm and cozy in the farmhouse. The family is gathered round, we are playing games, and sledding. I am here in the office, and there are people in the other room making mighty guffaws at Black Adder’s Christmas Carol.
I am doing so much baking and cooking, I have moved my work onto the kitchen table to keep an eye on the stove. Here are some of my efforts.
Big fat meal for the family who arrived yesterday: Choucroute A L’Alsacienne. Never made it before, but I love German-style foods. Full of pork, knockwurst, bacons, yum! It took me over three hours!
I was so proud of the final result, I took a picture for you! We all ate ourselves sick, but it was such a huge dish we’ll have leftovers for days. There’s no more room in the fridge, so bottles of cider are out in the snow, and the leftover dinner is in the wellhouse.
Stockings hung by chimney with care.
The kitchen Christmas tree. There are a lot of trees in this house. Goes with the tree farm thing, I guess.
Martha Stewart attacked the house and decided to choke the cordial glasses with shiny balls. Now we can’t get a tipple.
