
Thursday Thoughts #130


Old Man Winter has enjoyed a good long visit with us lately. Snow has blanketed the ground for these past two weeks. Freezing temperatures, except two days, have happily kept company with the snow.
Light is a photographers dearest friend. Making all the difference in the ‘feel’ of a photo. My most favorite time for light is evening twilight when I go out to feed. Most especially when the light of day is nearly equal to lights peering from windows of buildings and snow is all around.
Cold as it was, taking these evening photos was fun, and I hope you enjoy them. When is your favorite time for taking photographs?







Thank you for stopping by. Enjoy your evening wherever you are.

Six inches of snow fell earlier this week. More is called for today and into the weekend. Gusts of wind across the northwest corner of our farm has created drifts of snow along with patches of ground exposed. Our plowed path to the barn is now covered over with drifted snow.
A Scandinavian proverb says: There is no bad weather only bad clothing. I say that to myself as I trudge through snow drifts to feed the livestock and out in the fields to open gates. Thankful for the big hood of my coat I keep pulling over the knitted one already on as the gusts of wind make every effort to blow them away. The snow is not deep enough to go down the tall farm boots, but the drifts are. Yes, good clothing is great.
Seventeen degrees outside on this dark, early morning though the wind makes it feel colder. Anxious hungry eyes record every trudging step taken closer and closer their way. Telling me with a hungry whinny or moo to hurry up!
Hay is spread far and wide in front of the barn out of the wind. Horses rule over cows, but they can only keep rule over one pile of hay at a time. One more heap of hay over number of animals keeps the peace. Hay is piled liberally, while, Duke, our senior horse munches grain.
A midday feeding is made too on days like these when Ole Man winter blows across our farm. Hay is best for keeping the animals warm.
Speaking of hay, it is time to go out…











These long winter nights leave my Main Squeeze and myself with a couple hours of “What to do now?” after dinner.
We do not have television which rules out watching it the remainder of the evening. We have movies, but they are all downstairs and leaving the warm, crackling fire all alone seems out of the question. So what does one do with the last couple dark hours of a winter evening?
Often we listen to books on tape, or take turns reading a book out-loud. A good story is even better by firelight.
But this night Christmas crafts were on the agenda, for fun. Now my main squeeze is not big on doing ‘crafty things’, but timing and preparation is everything. When I set the box of paints, brushes and paper on the table with a cheerful invitation to do a Christmas craft, he said, “Sure!”
It was fun and easy. I found it on Instagram account @kidscraftbarn.
How do you spend your long winter nights? BTW—Winter Solstice is only a few days away!
Merry Christmas from our house to yours.





Ever cook open hearth? I get the joy and pleasure of cooking open hearth a couple times a year where I work seasonly, at Abram’s Delight Museum. Winchester’s oldest home.
Our cabin, circa 1780, is a fine example of early American cabin homes here in our area. They were put up quickly for basic shelter, as crops and orchard planting came next, followed then by adding onto or building the permanent house.
My boss, and Executive Director of the Frederick County/Winchester Historical Society is an expert open hearth cook. I am the able-bodied assistant. One might call me the sous-chef. It is a job I immensely enjoy.
We have cooked in the hot, hot, HOT summer, and in this cold December. We could see our breath in the cabin this December! A hearth fire is cozy in winter but brutal in summer.
Preparing our food and cast iron pots quickly warmed us up whether it be summer or winter. Little relief can be found in the hot summer. As for winter, a step into the other room quickly cooled us down.
We are able to cook every way a modern stove can cook today. That is, we boil, deep fry, turn on a spit, bake, simmer and broil. It is just a matter of know how, and placing the right cast iron pots in their proper places plus keeping good coals on the fire. Truly it sounds easier here than in doing.
I have thought often of how these women managed in these tough times, as we know them. But, these woman did not know any different. They knew what they knew, just as we do now. Not too many years from now folks may wonder how we did what we have done. Who knows? Only God knows. He knows far more than we think we know.
Just the same, folks enjoy visiting the cabin, most especially when we are cooking. Regardless of the season, the food smells good! That is simply because it is good.











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