Sunday, January 30, 2011

Getting Snowed and Other Things

"Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January morn
look so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday's dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow."

Nelda Hartmann
January Morn
Pitter pattering to the backdoor window, the first act of almost every day, a happy sky greeted me through the darkness of the early hour. A bright, morning star hung slightly above the deeply pitched roof of the garden room, (so-called), shining huge and bright in the darkness. Other stars lit the sky, giving hope that the sun might shine on the valley again today.

But, hopes and dreams quite often die. The morning grew older, and that sunny day wish went unfulfilled. Out front, where the evergreens grow, gray sky hovered above the white birch, threatening to add new snow to old snow. And the weatherman said it would be so.

As winters go (and this one can go as soon as possible), we've been snowed by heaps and mounds many times before. In our minds, though, each winter seems worse than any other. But, there is no time lapsing winter, unless you're painting it:

Update: No snow today and the sun appeared through the clouds. Temp climbed into the low forties! Good things come to those who wait.
MOTH, man of the house, has decided that now is the time to strip the paint from the stairs, taking them to the oak wood that's been hidden, probably since the house was built. Being this house was built in the 1930s, that means many, many layers of paint. 

(In the process it was discovered that the walls were once painted a vintage(?) green. I've seen almost that same green painted on other items from that era - chairs, tables, cupboards, chests. A popular color to use in your home way back then or maybe just a good buy? MOTH thinks there might have been fewer color choices back in the good ole days.) 

Back to where we left off, paint stripper was the first assault on the stairs - and to anyone who happened to be in the vicinity (me). This removed a lot of the old paint but not enough to reveal the oak as oak should look. 

Next came the heat gun. Did you know heat guns aren't soundless? When in operation they sound like an electric mixer. But when the mixer is being used there might be the scent of cinnamon or vanilla, or at least chocolate. With the heat gun, there is a light odor of something burning - not altogether disgusting, but you know you won't be snacking on cake or muffins later in the day. 

When I no longer thrill to the first snow of the season, I'll know I'm growing old.

In his mature years, Father Tim is finding romance to be a confusing road. Cynthia was quite upset when she thought he was philandering with the wealthy widow. Off she went to New York to work on her book without an explanation or a goodbye. Now, the tables have turned. 

After receiving a curt, sarcastic (Cynthia is good at this) note from her because a lette he had written to her was too business like (not lovey dovey), Father Tim rings her on the phone to patch it up. A man answers. 

"Cynthia is getting dressed," he tells Father Tim.

This sends Father Tim into a tailspin. She wasn't sitting alone in that apartment in New York City, working her little heart out to get her book ready for publishing, as he had imagined her.

But, he talks himself out of his funk and calls her again. After beating around the bush, Cynthia wants him to get to the point. 

So, he asks who the man was who answered the phone when he had called her before. Not liking his tone, Cynthia hangs up on him.

Father Tim might have a tiger by the tail.


This is the tail end of January in the valley. 

"The shortest day has passed, 
and whatever nastiness of weather 
we may look forward to 
in January and February,
at least we notice that the days 
are getting longer.  
Minute by minute they lengthen out.  
It takes some weeks before
we become aware of the change.  
It is imperceptible even as the 
growth of a child, 
as you watch it day by day,
until the moment comes when 
with a start of delighted surprise 
we realize that we can stay 
out of doors in a twilight lasting 
for another quarter 
of a precious hour."

  Vita Sackville-West


JennyD said...

Patricia, what a wonderful post today. I really enjoyed watching the time lapse painting but then my mouth sort of fell open when I started reading about your house. Are you living with me?? Holy cow, it sounds just like my house. Mine was built in 1935, had the same steps, and the same green paint. Just today, I was looking at the steps, now carpeted, and wondering what they would look like if refinished. I am still working on this house (and I was almost born in it and only moved back a yr and a half ago) with the next project the kitchen and then the basement that floods at the drop of a hat. THEN the other bedroom, I almost forgot. I only have 2 bedrooms and 1 bath and sometimes it's touch running up those stairs. Well, lots to think about.
Really enjoyed your post, the vid, and the music :D

Jorge Medico said...

This is a wonderful post. I felt as if I was there :-)
Be well,

Beth said...

Lovely post Pat. Your updates do not show up on my dashboard. I wonder why that is. I guess I will just have to keep checking back.

Salmon Patties

•14 to 15 oz can of red or pink salmon
•1/2 tube of finely crushed ritz crackers
•1 egg
•1 heaping tablespoon of Miracle Whip
Drain and remove bones and the yukky stuff from the salmon. Add the egg, miracle whip and crushed crackers. Mix thoroughly. Pat into 4 or 5 patties. No need to add salt because the crackers are salted. You may add some pepper or Mrs. Dash if you like.

Spray a skillet with cooking spray. Put patties in skillet and spray tops of patties with cooking spray. Cook over medium heat until brown on one side; turn over and brown on the other side.

Patricia said...

Jenny, the steps used to be carpeted, I'm anxious to see how they turn out...the one bath in this house is down - an early morning run means I stay

Patricia said...

Beth, thanks for the's in my file - I'll remember the "yukky" stuff!...
I don't know about the dashboard thing...I've checked my settings and don't know what it is...

Patricia said...

Jenny, the steps used to be carpeted, I'm anxious to see how they turn out...the one bath in this house is down - an early morning run means I stay