It snowed and snowed and snowed all night. Company came and
went, for we have plans to keep.
Some almost slept on the sofa, warm, and
drying out. Some did sleep, stayed all night.
I woke to a text from Kay: Any suggestions on thawing the
frozen door to the mail box? I replied with Emma’s hot rice in a sock. Think, we could live in Hawaii and not need
that tip.
I sent out the advance this morning, my Rangers, with snow
shovels and brushes, to get us on the road. Laura was glad of the help, and
Meredith just liked shoveling snow. We went out to lay in supplies for the rest
of the long weekend.
Tomorrow there will be Victoria, too. We are going to see Lady Day, then find a new restaurant for dinner. Then more teen age
screams and laughter from the other end.
Wandering the grocery while the girls shopped. This display is amazing. I cannot imagine my mother buying a pickled egg she could make at home. But the peaches! As a three year old, I would be made to repack every jar. Peaches spiral up the jar, round side facing. Everyone knows that! On the other hand, when did you last see a glass quart jar of canned peaches?
Checking out.
Leave a car for fifteen minutes, to go in and shop!
A stand of pampas grass we pass. Snowy feathers.
Out throwing snowballs.
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteBrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... we have more on the way, 'they' say. I have no where to be which will cause worry of it. As to the peaches; yes, but they were layered by hand, which I suspect these were not. I bet they taste not quite as the home-cured either! YAM xx
Peaches in a quart jar? Sounds wonderful.
ReplyDeleteour summers may be hot enough to cook an egg on the asphalt but at least we don't have to deal with snowstorms. those peaches look fabulous however they are placed in the jar. and I'll have to argue with you on the pampas grass, as in not pampas grass.
ReplyDeleteYou're right; it's not. Pampas is my catch all for invasive, undesirable stuff. It may not even be invasive and undesirable. It may not even be shithole quality. Now I will go make some phone calls to some answering machines and them everyone from Shitholia will be going to the polls in November.
DeleteMaybe it is "Pompous" grass :)
DeleteThere is a lot of that in Washington DC right now.
What is it, by the way?
DeleteI googled "feathery ditch weed". The exact match I found is labelled pampas grass. I'm stuck.
DeleteGlad you’re getting the snow and not me.
ReplyDeleteI remember cellar shelves laden with quart jars sparkling in the thin light from the dusty cellar window. Peaches, pears, crab apples, beets, pickles, smaller jars of jams and jellies...all the product of two hard working women sweating over wood stoves and canning pots. As a newly wed I waded into that world with both feet and turned out my own beautiful jars of produce. Nowadays I just buy what I need. Much easier but not nearly as rewarding. Thanks for the memory.
ReplyDeleteI remember, and miss, preserved fruit. Lots of it. And admiring the incredible beauty of some of the jars presented at country shows.
ReplyDeleteSnow? Stay warm, stay safe, and keep posting pictures to cool my over-heated sweat-soggy self down. Please.
Those peaches! I used to conserve apricots in brandy while in France...can't see it working with bananas...
ReplyDeleteI checked the difference between conserves and preserves, as I grew up in the world of preserving, but also knew my great grandmother's fabulous conserves, which was a concoction of every fruit known to mankind, preserved in brandy and sugar. There may be hope for bananas.
DeleteRight! I'll start looking for recipes....
DeletePlease share.
DeleteWell BRRRRRR! It's goo g to turn colder here, it no more snow.
ReplyDeleteGlad you can stay in for the remainder of the weekend.
ReplyDeleteWe lost all our snow here from the rain, which creates different problems.
Nasty looking weather and driving conditions!
ReplyDeleteBrrrr. I kind of miss the snow.
ReplyDeleteGlad you have company for the weekend and that you now have provisions. The snow is really flying isn't it? I hope they can keep the roads clear after it finishes coming down.
ReplyDeleteNo snow here in Hawaii. It's 81 degrees and we have the a/c on.
ReplyDeleteYep. It'll be like that here until late April or May, and still some snow into mid june. It's life for us up north.
ReplyDeleteI'll have anemones by then. And allium. And paper narcissus. Nice to think about.
Deletewe stocked up and got a little snow but really cold all week long again.
ReplyDeleteNow that does look cold.
ReplyDeleteMerle..........
Oh, I have no idea how you can keep warm in that much snow. I would be doomed. Stay warm the best you can.
ReplyDeleteYou leave your car for a short amount of time & come back to it covered in snow? Oh, boy!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like you and the girls had a fun snow day and night. You are so brave to go out in that storm.
ReplyDeleteThankfully, your snow never made it here. Areas around me got flooded with rain, but we only got cold. It feels like winter has been around for a long time now but we are only in the fourth week.
That youngster is keeping you young, too, I think :)
ReplyDeleteSnow LOOKS like fun, but I can tell from posts, TV news and comments that it isn't. I hope you start to get a few warmer, more comfortable days soon. fun for Laura to have company stay over.
ReplyDeleteWe usually get your weather a couple of weeks later. It is forecast to get colder this week - please don't allowthat snow to come.
ReplyDeleteThat freezing wettish stuff is hate-able. Today may be better here -- very cold but at least sunny and not too windy.
ReplyDeletewe're promised ice and snow tomorrow...wont be as much as you though...I think!
ReplyDeleteRe: the peaches, do you mean you would have to repack them if the round side wasn't out? Just making sure I follow. For a minute, I thought you were saying that they somehow rearrange themselves in the jar. But then again, where I come from, peaches aren't the norm, so forgive me.
ReplyDeletePickled eggs are, though. Oh the mornings spent pickling Dad's boiled eggs:-) Stay warm.
Actually, I would have packed them properly. Mom enlisted small children whose hands fit into the mouth of a quart jar. It was an honor to sit on the kitchen counter and put peaches in jars. When the peach halves had fork holes, mom was out of kids and grandkids with small hands.
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