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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens . . . these are some of the things in life that I enjoy, and which make me happy, inspire me, or put a smile on my face. Maybe some of them are yours too. Let's share!
Chimney smoke on a cold winter's day. It makes me think of warm kitchens and toes toasting by the fire.
Homemade Caramels. I had a missionary friend from Utah whose mother made the best caramels at Christmas.
Pretty Embroidery Scissors . . . so long as they are sharp.
Crisp ginger cookies . . .
The Scriptures . . . a true story of redemption.
Wooley wooley . . . the best alarm clock.
Comfy, cozy . . . I could very easily just sink into that . . .
Winter jewels . . .
Snowy vistas . . . such a pretty view.
A pretty bed skirt . . .
Wooden recipe boxes . . . .
A well dressed pancake . . .
Snowmen . . .
Snow capped . . .
Wooden drying racks . . .
The girls . . .
Maps and atlases . . . Love them.
And those are my favorite things for this week. Mayhap some of them are yours also.
A thought to carry with you . . .
It takes an open mind and a steady heart to enjoy and appreciate a Canadian Winter. The wind blows, the snow piles deep, pipes freeze, cars slip and slide and get stuck. It is all too easy to dream of Caribbean Islands with coral beaches, sapphire water and tropical fruits jumping into your hands. In fact there are many Canadians who simply won't tolerate the cold and who escape and fly South each Winter, like the birds, migrating to warmer climes. Snow Birds. I am not one of those. It has never been in my budget to escape. I endure.
I also happen to enjoy it. The winter. Under it's hard and bitter rind, there is much loveliness. The white mystery of snow is a splendid thing; all the landscape being muted to deep silver laced with shadows. Fields and meadows become seas of pearl with scattered dark masts of brier riding the foam. The air smells cool and clean, the smell of snow in the air, a fragrance known only to winter country. On a good day the air is laced with the smell of woodsmoke which emanates from local chimney's. I love it.
I also love the sounds of winter. The ring of skates on the pond, the laughter of children making snowmen, the way the snow crunches beneath the feet when it gets really cold, the way the branches and trunks of the trees groan and snap with the cold, the scrape of the shovel across the porch, the snap, crackle and pop of logs in the fireplace . . .
January. Could there be a more dramatic month? With sleet and snow, the wild winds that blow gales and sweep the snow off the roof tops making it dance to January's tune. The skies are all pewter and grey, sometimes quite dark and the drifts roll under it.
And then there is the peace after a particularly heavy fall of snow. The air rings with quiet, broken only by the occasional snapping branch.
I love it all. I think I would miss it were I to live in a country without seasons to enjoy.
Dark comes early. So does dinner. I am usually well done by the time the dark settles in, everything being cleared away. There is more time to read. The books we somehow never got around to reading in July now come into their own. I confess that in the winter months I love to revisit the classics. Jane Eyre, Little Women, Pride and Prejudice . . . I have read them many times through the years. And, more often than not, during the depth of winter, snuggled under the weight of a warm throw.
Sometimes I get lazy and watch the films instead. I have my favorite versions of each. I cannot stand to watch Kiera Knightly as Elizabeth Bennet and so I avoid that one. It is something to do with her hair. It looks so unnatural and drives me to distraction.
Now is the time to enjoy the fruits of our summer labors. I probably eat more toast and jam in the winter months than I do any other time of year. And marmalade. That bitter yet sweet taste of sunshine.
Little treasures. I had bought myself a Bonne Maman Advent calendar in November thinking about how much I was going to enjoy each little pot of jam, but in truth I only ended up popping open a few of them. I think I bought it more for the little jars than anything.
In the winter we give ourselves permission to indulge more than a bit in comfort foods. Soups, stews, baked beans, pancakes and bacon, to name but a few. For some reason they taste better at this time of year than they do at any other. Baked apples . . . can there be anything as delicious as a baked apple sitting in a pool of cream, its flesh having burst through the skin in the most delectable way?? I think not.
I have been trying very hard to pin my mind down on a topic for the talk I am to give later this month. I keep changing my mind. One day it will be one thing, and then the next I have switched my thinking to something else. This being able to pick your own topic is a very difficult thing. My thinking has danced from one area to another and back again without being able to actually settle. I have a restlessness of thought and am easily distracted. When it does finally come to me, the thoughts will flow, but until then my thoughts are like flotsam on the waves being tossed to and fro.
Today is our Eileen's birthday. She is 48, which is very hard to believe. I can remember the day she was born as if it were yesterday. I was absolutely thrilled and elated at having a little girl. I think she has plans to go out for lunch or some such with her friends. I have promised to take them, both she and Tim, out for supper at the weekend. They want to go to the Chinese Restaurant in town so that is where I will take them.
When I was a teenager it was not a Chinese Restaurant, but a place called The Shaker Restaurant. Its walls were lined with collected salt and pepper shakers. It was the epitome of cool to be able to go in and sit in a booth with your friends and buy a coke and share some fries.
I do not know when it turned into a Chinese Restaurant, but it has been one now for many years. Our mother always loved to go there. I don't believe the same people still own it.
We are expecting a mix of rain and snow here today. It is already quite a bit milder than it was yesterday. Usually on Wednesday nights our dad likes to go out for supper, but I am not sure if he is planning on it today. A lot will depend on the road situation. They are still filled with the slush and snow from the weekend. The town did spread grit but it was too cold to melt the snow, so it's been a bit like driving through sand. Thankfully I have not really had to go anywhere. The Doctors on Monday, but my sister drove me. Yes, I know how lucky I am. Blessed really.
And with that I will leave you with a thought for the day . . .
In The English Kitchen today . . . Clean Out the Fridge Stir Fry. Simple. Quick. Easy. Delicious and a great way to use up all those bits and bobs in the crisper drawer.
I hope you have a lovely day today. Be happy. Stay warm and stay safe. Don't forget!
FOR TODAY, January 6th, 2026
OUTSIDE MY WINDOW ...
Things are decidedly wintery. Right now it is -10*C/14*F. It's not supposed to snow today, at least according to the forecast, but I have noticed recently that more often than not what it says on my weather ap doesn't correspond with what's going on outside my window. I am not sure how reliable it is. I think I will stick with the window. It seems to be much more accurate!
I AM THINKING ...
I woke up with sparrows on my mind. The hymn "His Eye is On The Sparrow" was going through head. I have been working on my talk to give on the 25th and I have been looking up scriptures, etc. and taking notes about sparrows.
I AM ALSO THINKING ...
I could change my mind. I have changed it several times already since I was assigned the talk. Two other topics I have played with in my mind have been Grace and Forgiveness. Sigh . . . having to pick out your own topic as inspired to speak about is a lot harder to do than it seems on the surface.
I AM GRATEFUL FOR ...
A place to shelter. It's warm and cozy and safe. I am blessed. I cannot imagine what it must be like to be homeless at any time, let alone at this time of year.
IN THE KITCHEN ...
Creamy Butterbean Soup. Perfectly hearty, delicious and warming on a cold winter's day.
ON MY "TO COOK" LIST ...
Molasses Soda Bread. Rhubarb & Lavender. I love soda bread. I love molasses bread. The two together, well I am sure I will love that as well!
THIS I BELIEVE ...
There isn't anything that a good playlist can't make more tolerable.
SOMETHING THAT IS NICE ...
Red house, blue door, white trim. I am in love.
SOMETHING ELSE THAT IS NICE ...
Cinnamon rolls. I like my mom's which were made with biscuit dough. I would rather have one of those than any other kind.
I AM WANTING TO CREATE ...
I AM READING ...
MRS. ENDICOTT'S SPLENDID ADVENTURE, by Rhs Bowen