The windows are open! The heat is turned off, temporarily of course. 15C feels wonderful. The curtains billow in welcome.
There is a batch of Stone Soup cooking in the Instant Pot. Today’s version includes onions, ground beef, Swiss chard, mixed vegetables, home canned tomatoes, broth, and much more. It is that time of year when the onions are in a sorry state. That was the most challenging part of preparing today’s soup, removing all the sprouts, and rotting sections of the onions, then chopping what was left for the soup. This will give us dinner tonight, and I am thinking about making homemade biscuits as well.
The garden is beginning to awaken. Rhubarb is sending up thick red shoots. The branches on Granny’s Rose are turning a lovely shade of light green. The Wild Geranium leaves are hugging the ground and beginning to unfurl. The Day Lilies are coming up, as is the Lungwort. Attila is beginning to prepare the garden beds for this year’s planting, and plans on installing the little greenhouse structures that sit on top of the raised beds in early spring. The world is coming alive.
We have one reliable vehicle, Blue, which we purchased in January of 2021. Attila needs Blue to get to work and back. Since we are still isolating, I have had no need to use a vehicle, and have only driven Blue two or three times. Concerned that my driving skills are getting rusty, and that I have to learn how to navigate all the bells and whistles on Blue, I have decided I need to start driving again. An opportunity came up last week, as I had an appointment. Attila used his vacation time so that I would have transportation to my appointment, so Blue was here for me. The evening before the appointment I drove around the block, just to refresh the steps to start Blue, and stop Blue. Gone are the days when one could just put the key in and turn the vehicle on! On the day of the appointment I drove myself there, and back again. Easy peasy, it was fun.
It is another quiet day, slowly flowing towards evening.
Updated on Wed, Apr 6, 12:55 PM
FEELS LIKE 16
Wind 20 E km/h
Humidity 36 %
Visibility 37 km
Sunrise 6:40 AM
Wind gust 30 km/h
Pressure 100.9 kPa
Ceiling 9100 m
Sunset 7:40 PM
“At 18 our convictions are hills from which we look; At 45 they are caves in which we hide.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
1896 – 1940
Ah, the inside-outed-ness of it all!!