I’m on the veranda this morning, wrapped tightly in a warm red blanket as cold winds howl though the trees sending anything lightweight hurtling across the farm yard. Animals are huddled close out of the gale, keeping each other warm, and I’m thankful that all my newly planted spring seeds and seedlings are cozy and safe in my straw bale greenhouse.
I’m on day six of recovery from a venomous wolf spider bite, taking heart that experts say these dreadful symptoms should only last ten days. Although the symptoms have been wretched, I’ve really enjoyed my enforced downtime as I’ve napped, rested, read, watched a new season of Murdoch Mysteries, and planned things with Bear.
Before I got really sick, we were staying with our friend Sue and woke Monday morning to this beautiful sight.
We were also able to visit our friend Oma, an experience which never fails to put huge smiles on our faces. She taught me how to make what she calls Hungarian Hodgepodge. We fried up garlic, fresh red capsicum, tomatoes, and her homemade prosciutto, then poached chicken and duck eggs in that savoury lusciousness. Such a marvellous dish on a cold rainy day, especially when served with homemade bread and butter followed by small glasses of her potent homemade cherry brandy.
We swapped seeds and sipped cherry liqueur and made plans to butcher a pig when I’m better so we can fill our freezers and larders with sausages, hams, prosciutto, pickled pork, salami, and Hungarian hurka. I’m so excited, and truly thankful for lovely moments with good friends to see us through the hard times.
Now it’s storming in earnest and time to head inside for a cuppa, some cookies, and the next episode of Murdoch.
Wishing you a restful weekend. xo