Creeping towards spring...

The polar vortex is bearing down on New Hampshire, packed snow is on the frozen ground, and I see another month of winter on my calendar. But I also see this!: Poking through my kitchen cabinet doors, roots and shoots seeking light and warmth... As these babies are now not fit to eat (by me), into the compost pile they go. The woodland creatures will fill their tummies, then continue their hibernation until spring...

Dino, yes!

I watched my crazy neighbor's Siberian wolf-dog rip apart her dinosaur through my kitchen window. My neighbor stood outside on her porch and watched the carnage too. Poor thing, but 'twas a mercy killing--not even skin let on those mutant bones. And Lopstick certainly doesn't need any mutant dinosaur skeletons roaming around. Good riddance!

St. Chuck in New Hampshire

January 16 in the USA is National Religious Freedom Day. Today Trump went through the motions of proclaiming religious freedom. Or more accurately, attempted to go through the motions. In part: "...Our forefathers, seeking refuge from religious persecution, believed in the eternal truth that freedom is not a gift from the government, but a sacred right from Almighty God. ... IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this sixteenth day of January, in the year of our Lord..." None of which applies to me, as I will continue to give great green gobs to St. Chuck. No one person can save the world, but one person can transform a once-poisoned ground with a well-tended compost pile.

Pine Tea

In the middle of a cold, raw, New Hampshire winter, pine needles are easy to forage, and homemade pine needle tea is a snap to brew. This tea is high in vitamin C, and so good for keeping colds at bay. wild-harvested pine needles water Gently dry the needles in a toaster oven, or on a baking sheet on top of a heat radiator or hot air vent. Whir dried needles in a spice grinder. Simmer a palmful of the pine needle powder in a mugful of water. Sip without sweetener for an authentic New Hampshire taste!

Shots at midnight.

A couple days ago I had fallen asleep in front of the TV, and woke to what I thought was the sound of fireworks. I looked at the clock, and sure enough, it was midnight spilling into the new year. The staccato noise continued, and I realized it was my crazy neighbor to the left (directionally, not politically) firing a gun (he's a gun nut). The ruckus went on for about twenty minutes. A brazen way to begin a year! My only explanation is he voted for Trump.

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