I love salsa and consume a lot of it. Here are my all-time favorite commercial ones—one from each of three countries and now all available on the internet.
Until a couple of days ago I was constantly complaining about how little snow we’ve had so far this season. We’ve been in a major snow drought since October. Whine, whine, whine, whine….DUMP!! Our snow drought is over. It is violently over. We needed a snow globe refill and we got the six-pack. All in one night.
(Or “Another blog post for insomniacs.”)
While we spend a lot of time and money working to keep the house heated each day from about mid-September through early May, if you only focus on that you miss some other interesting things that work more subtly on longer cycles.
One Sunday morning in early spring, Rose and I were sitting in the living room reading the newspaper. It was very quiet. The snow had melted, it had yet to green up, and few birds were back. We’d been too lazy to put on music, so it was quiet inside, too. We heard something fall with a clatter to the deck. Surprised, we got up and looked out the window to see a strange piece of metal lying there.
We woke up this morning inside a Christmas card.
Light, powdery snow piles up on branches in the calm air of Fairbanks, Alaska
This leisurely dawn photography sure is rough. Sunrise was at 1059 today. These are some shots out the windows of our snow-globe home.
We’re not wood snobs. If it will burn well, into the firewood pile it goes. So while cutting, moving, and stacking wood, some real ugly cusses get brought along in the process. They can screw up a good woodpile because they can be grotesquely misshapen, so I often put them on top. But where they really gum up the works is in the splitting.