Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Friday, January 23, 2026

Brrrrrrrr

Dusk


It is -21 F with a wind chill factor of -37 (-29 C -38 C). It is a bit chilly. The horses will stay tucked into their stalls. As long as they have hay it's ok by them.


The fireplace has been busy. Mark brought in plenty of wood so he won't have to do that today. He does need to go out for the beasties, though. At least the barn is reasonably warm. I finished my latest Inspector Gamache book and have started on As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner. Sort of polar opposites. Next in the que is The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. Both books have been on the waiting list for awhile and both became ready at one time. I can get through both in the 21 days allotted.


I've kept myself busy and the kitchen warm the last few days with baking. A couple of days ago I made tarelli, a Southern Italian roll which is something like a bagel. Yesterday I made a lemon olive oil cake. Olive oil cakes are light and moist. Too bad they aren't calorie free!

So, a brief synopsis of life on the farm in January. Take care my east coast friends. You may be overwhelmed by snow.

3 comments:

The Happy Whisk said...

ohhhhh, I LOOOOOVES lemon bakes. Really looks gooooooood. Glad you're staying warm and that the horses have hay and are also staying warm.

Boud said...

I was stunned by that Faulkner, just mind blown transported into another world. It was many years ago and I still remember. Plath,meh.
Your life sounds cozy just now.

CheerfulMonk said...

Stay safe, warm, and cozy! ❤️