More snow, hungry critters, and keeping busy

 March 29, 2026

It has been a week of more accumulating snow, with a sunny day here and there, but with temperatures not too conducive to melting this white stuff much. The morning of the 26th. Another overnight skiff of snow.

Facing east, looking up the road, light from the rising sun beginning to hi-light the snow laden trees.

What to do, what to do... Well, how about a cup of Chaga tea and a cookie...or a muffin?

Or, how about some crafting?

I just built a new project bag with a drawstring top, and used some of the fancy stitches on my sewing machine for the top stitching. (You might have to biggify to see them.) It is very roomy inside and has lots of pockets around the perimeter. 

The woodshed, with it's creeping glacier of melting/refreezing snow, is now officially, totally half empty...or is that half full? 

These wood piles are verboten until next fall, but there is a large pile of rounds waiting to be split and piled, enough to fill the space, and then some.

On one of my daily walks, this big spruce tree drew my attention. What is with all the blunt ends on the branches?

A little closer look.

Well, someone is getting very hungry and doing a lot of nibbling! This is what the branch ends should look like, buds ready for spring.

Looking around, I see where the culprit has struck again.

That is an icicle of maple sap. A critter, probably a red squirrel, has supplemented his meal of greens with some maple sap, nipping the branch to get a drink of sweet water. Overnight the drips have frozen into an icicle. 

So, on the gardening front...no, not here....

In here, peppers sprouts are just starting to show themselves, geraniums are ready for pot up-sizing, and very soon tomato seeds will be planted. 

Thankfully, there are some signs of advancement of the season. 

Ground water and melt water is seeping into the pond, and the level is slowly rising. The turtle log, grounded and encased in ice is now buried and totally invisible under the layers of ice and snow that are gradually lifting the water level. 

Here's hoping that the water level will be right to the brim once everything melts.





 

Still winter, dispite the date.....

 March 22, 2026

The taste of Spring we got sure didn't hang around long, and I think the Robin and Red-wing blackbirds did an about-face, and headed back south, as there has been no sight or sound of them after the first day they were noted, a few weeks back. 

Perhaps you've heard of 'Sheila's Brush', a Newfoundland weather superstition? Well she arrived here a touch early, and here we are shovelling out on the morning of the 17th. That was also the last day of full sunshine. It has been a little dreary and grey since.

We've had more dribs and drabs of snow since as well, the latest being overnight last night. It is heavy, wet snow, and there is a sort of mist in the air, so we got out the plastic snowshoes for our hike this morning, because the snow would stick badly on our regular ones.

One of the trail cameras took a nice shot of the quiet, softly sunlit bush after the 17th snowfall. (disregard the date and time.)

We've seen more of Foxy of late, lots of night shots, but here he/she is in a rare daylight shot. We previously have had pictures with two foxes in the same frame, so pretty sure there is a den somewhere with kits.

The heavy, wet snow is sticking to all the branches and drooping them over the trails.

The grey days of late, have been more conducive to inside stuff. Recently I was reading about how beeswax bags would keep bread fresher, longer. I sewed a couple of 100% cotton bags with French seams and drawstring closures, then melted beeswax into them in the oven,

and hung them to dry. 

Looking forward to seeing how well they work when I bake the next batch of bread. 

On this morning's walk, I harvested some chaga, quite handily growing at shoulder height, on a white birch along one of the trails. 

I've broken up some for drying, and also put some pieces in a pot to simmer on the stove. 

It is a pleasant tasting tea, especially with a swirl of honey stirred in.

 

The Furry Gnome asked.....

 March 16, 2026

about the root cellar.

We discovered this old farm in January of 2017.... yes, we found the listing, and visited it late in January, snowshoes to hand, and after an exploratory walk around, checking things out, put in our offer. Even under all that snow, we knew. 

Older folks around could remember this place when a family lived here and actively farmed. They told us there had been a root cellar where there was now a sort of hump beyond the NW corner of the barn. The youngest son of that last family to actively farm here up into the 50's, came to visit us. His family moved off the farm when he was 11, but he also remembered there being a root cellar in that particular place. This small house, which didn't have the front verandah at the time, held the parents and 12 kids, although with the age spread of the siblings, some would have moved out. I often wonder how they all fit in! He brought a picture taken at a family reunion a few years ago, 5 men and 7 women, of which we have since lost a few.

Later in the summer of 2022 , Hubby cut and milled hemlock trees into large square timbers. This is just the beginning of the pile required, stacked at the end of the barn.

Spring of 2023, the build began. Using the bucket on the tractor, he scooped out the earth, and did find evidence of stone walls in the spot. There is another large pile of soil out of sight behind the barn. You can see some of the stones that tumbled out, on the grass on the left.

The build started in early summer and continued through to fall. There were a few glitches, equipment failures etc., but the project was completed in September.

The walls started to go up. 

Cut out for the door.

The last sunlight, the interior would ever see!!

Roof going on. He used the tractor bucket to help lift the big timbers.

The whole edifice was encased in hardware cloth to deter vermin.

Then layers of thick tar paper and heavy plastic.

Starting the burial. There is a vent pipe extending out of the roof, and a sock covered drain was installed in the bottom, sloping down and away, out to the side. By the time he got to this point, Mother Nature had clothed the piles of earth with greenery. She abhors a vacuum!

Entrance way attached..

More burying...

Doors installed.

Then it occurred to me that the space to the left of the door would be a good place for a cold frame, so, a retaining wall of hemlock was put up with cedar bracing and supports.

The cold frame was built out of cedar, which Hubby had milled out of trees on the property,

and was levelled into place.

The window was attached, extra Styrofoam insulation bolted into place across the front, and the other edges buried. The interior was filled with layers of sticks and leaves, then soil.

Along the right exterior side, I've planted sage and oregano, which has taken well in the rather dry, sandy soil. The screen cover is to keep out vermin when the lid has to be up in the summer.

Perhaps putting the root cellar entrance on the north side would have been better, but it works. The temperature inside stays mid to high 30's F, throughout the winter, which is perfect. It does take a while to cool down in the fall, and we also found it was very humid inside. Vents with closures have been put up high and down low in both sets of doors, and that has helped with the humidity. Once we get into serious cold weather, they are shut.

This winter was the first real test, although potatoes kept in there last winter did not even show signs of sprouting until well into late May. Last fall I moved my strawberry planters in there, the fig tree, some potted amaryllis bulbs, and from the garden, carrots in milk crates of moist wood shavings, and of course, potatoes. It has been wonderful to have fresh, crisp carrots that I grew, right up until now, when the supply is dwindling. 

So, Happy St. Patrick's day to all. This is the cold frame today.

Yesterday was a snowing, blowing day. The temperature this morning was at 0C when we awoke, and is 8C now, mid-morning. The snow was heavy and wet to move, and now we are expecting rain.....

 

 

Back to the white stuff.....

 March 14, 2026

It has been a week of interesting weather. Mild temperatures melted the snow down a lot, to the point where the raised garden beds were bare and black against patches of snow in the yard. The driveway was clear all the way up to the barn. Then came the wind, rain, ice, snow and minus double digits. The surface of that frozen precipitation conglomerate was so hard, we were able to walk around anywhere in the open, and in the bush with just our boot cleats strapped on. On slopes, even with boot cleats, your feet could slip. I don't remember ever experiencing such an hard crust.  

The rain froze onto all the tree branches and the sunlight, glinting through the ice, made sharp sparks of coloured light with the brilliance of diamonds.

The hanging, marcescent beech leaves, coated in ice, clacked softly like muted maracas when brushed against. 

The branches on the white pines were all drooping, and the needles were all splayed out.

There is still ice under everything today, still glinting in the sunlight on tree branches, but on the ground, is hidden by the snow that fell last night. Note the three little free-loaders waiting on the railing.

It is a totally white world again, but look...the pond is filling up! One can just barely see the water/ice level from the back step, where we couldn't see the surface from there all winter. 

Despite this weather, the first Robin graced us with it's presence on March 10, then yesterday we heard the first Red-winged Blackbirds. 

Spinning classes are finished. Our teacher gave each of us some beautiful hand-dyed top to spin. I've spun and plied one skein, and am working through the other.

With practice, I am getting better at getting a consistent, fine thread.

What better way to spend a Saturday morning, than baking? I got the urge to make cinnamon-raisin bagels,

and a batch of oatmeal-chocolate chip cookies for the cookie monster that lives here.

Finally, eight out of the ten geranium seeds I planted have germinated, 

and up in the south-facing window, leaves are busting out on my fig tree!