Does anyone remember back in the day when certain days of the week were for certain chores around the farm or the house? Monday was wash day. Tuesday was cleaning day. Etc. Etc. Tuesdays and Saturdays are baking days for me. There’s not much on the tube on Tuesdays that I want to see and college football has been replaced by college basketball, so I have a different seasonal college sport to give me ulcers.
There’s a light snow outside right now. It’s nice and peaceful. I suspect most of the birds flew down to the creek where there is open water. I think sooner or later they will make their way back and discover my heated bird bath. I suspect I’ll have company once again fairly soon. I can’t wait. I miss their company. So does the cats.
Back on to my eternal quest to make and bake the perfect loaf of homemade bread. I want to try something different next time just to change it up. Variety is the spice of life. So is cayenne.
I’ve always thought that snow covered a multitude of sins that we have created and turned it into something beautiful. I’ve always viewed as a gift from above.