I love the sound of the rain on the roof.
Here it is, mid-morning, and I have every possible audio source in the house turned off, just so that I can hear that rain connecting with the shelter I am sitting in.
It is a sound that reminds me of all that is good, and clean, and hopeful.
It is a sound that floods me with gratitude, that I am sitting here, warm, protected from the elements, safe for the moment, moment by moment.
It is a sound that brings the wildness of nature into the center of perception.
I love the sound of rain on the roof.
This coronavirus circles around me, leaving me feeling heavy chested, coughing, and weary again, just when I think it has run its course. It is an unwelcome guest. It lets me know it is here, in my body, fighting me. I fight back.
I rest frequently, nap in the afternoons, and keep up as many of my routines as I can manage. I am avoiding leaving the house for now, and will not venture into a public place again for weeks, just to make sure I do not pass this along to anyone else, as it has been passed to me. I eat regular nutritious meals, drink lots of fluids, and take my vitamins. I stay as active as I can comfortably manage.
This morning I’ve managed to make four litres Switchel for Attila’s lunches. Most evenings I am managing to cook a meal. Yesterday I did a load of laundry, which I hung out to dry on the back porch, then gathered the dry clothes, folded them, and put them away. Today I am making a big pot of Stone Soup, using multiple bits of garden produce that might otherwise be lost in the drawer in the refrigerator. Into the soup goes the zucchini which is several weeks old, and the equally aging small carrots found in the bottom of the cooler in the plastic bag. Into the soup goes the handful of green beans Attila picked out of the garden yesterday. In total there are nine different vegetables in the soup, many dried herbs, and no salt. It will make a wonderful and easy lunch for days to come.
Canning season is coming to a close, with three brand new jars still unused. They will probably be used for another batch of Salsa Verde, or perhaps a few last jars of Pickled Peppers, we shall see what time brings in from the garden. There may be a few more jars of Coleslaw, as the second growth on the cabbages seems to be thriving.
There are quite a few Winter Keeper cabbages to come in, they will be chopped, blanched, and frozen.
The BIG job coming up in the next few weeks is the tomatoes. They have been frozen as they have come in, at least the ones we haven’t eaten fresh have gone into the freezer. At some point, they will all be thawed at the same time, more than a bushel of them, then run through the tomato mill to make Pizza Sauce. I am planning on thawing them in colanders, to catch the tomato water that comes out of them for broth, processing only the tomato flesh. Hopefully this will produce a thicker sauce, which will need less time to reduce, before freezing.
But for now, I am only tackling a few projects when I feel up to it.
It has been two weeks now since I felt the first effects of Covid, and I feel it still within me. It will be interesting to see how long it takes to clear my system.
Updated on Thu, Oct 13, 10:35 AM
FEELS LIKE 14
Wind 21 S km/h
Humidity 94 %
Visibility 6 km
Sunrise 7:19 AM
Wind gust 31 km/h
Pressure 100.1 kPa
Ceiling 400 m
Sunset 6:27 PM
“Say not, ‘I have found the truth,’ but rather, ‘I have found a truth.'”
1883 – 1931
This is not a small or quibbling distinction.