Season Sinclair's Blog, page 3
February 5, 2014
February 4, 2014
Snow
“…they trudged out into the deepening snow towards the barn.
Kate saw that the chicken coop was secure with all its feathered
occupants safely locked inside. She added hay to their boxes and
gathered the eggs in her apron before shutting the door behind her.
While outside was cold and the wind blew in biting gusts, the inside
of the barn was warm from the animal heat. She stood in front of one
of the horse stalls, gently stroking the muzzle of the big bay
-Excerpt from That We Might Have Hope by Sea...
January 16, 2014
On the Bookshelf this Month…
January
Cookbook
Devotional
Fiction
December 27, 2013
Christmas Eve Breakfast…
Fried venison, fried eggs, bacon, pepper jack cheese, and biscuits…
December 25, 2013
December 17, 2013
November 19, 2013
October 22, 2013
Autumn Baking Days
“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day,
from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves
and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the
thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn–that season
of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and
tenderness–that season which has drawn from every poet
worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”
-Jane Austen, Persuasion
