I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.
John Burroughs

Sunday, January 25, 2026

Soap, eggs and Aurora Borealis....

 January 25, 2026

Saturday morning, -33C (-27F), couldn't resist doing this....throwing a cup of hot water into the air....and watching it immediately sublimate.

The smoke from the chimney, drifting off to the east, heralding a lovely warm, cozy indoor space, the sun just cracking the treeline to the southeast.
I love a crisp, cold morning and could not wait to get dressed in outside layers and head out to breath deeply of that fresh, fresh air. My chickadees mobbed me. I noticed that they had tiny frosted eyebrows, their breath blowing back from their nostrils was freezing into strips across the black feathers above their eyes, like tiny old men with bushy eyebrows. They also were sitting on my hand with their breast feathers fluffing down around their little legs and feet. It is amazing that such tiny balls of fluff can weather the cold temperatures, but apparently like hummingbirds, they go into a torpor overnight, their body temperatures lowering to conserve energy.

Thankfully there was no wind, so our morning snowshoe around the perimeter of our property was very enjoyable, although there was no fresh sign of any creature, big or small, moving about.

This morning is warmer, only -26C (-15F), and the sky is not clear. We are expecting more snow, starting this afternoon.

One night earlier in the week, we were out on the back step watching the northern lights. At first there was just a greenish band across the horizon,


then as we watched, streaks of light started wavering up, and then the red colour appeared.

It has been a while since we have actually seen the Aurora. It seems that every time one was forecast, the skies would be clouded over. 

A friend has been supplying me with lovely brown eggs. She spoils her chickens with a warm mash she preps every morning for them, and she says that some of the birds almost immerse their heads in the treat.

Over the last two springs, my craft group has made soap on our last meeting before the summer break. After doing it in a group, I felt confident to try it on my own. I asked a friend who hunts and butchers her own deer if she'd save me the tallow. It took a couple of sessions of cooking the bits and bobs of fatty meat with some water in the bottom of a big stainless steel pot over the BBQ side burner, and straining it to remove the meat particles. Foxy and the Blue Jays sure enjoyed that treat! Each time, I let the fat solidify, then repeated the procedure, finally straining it through cheesecloth. I ended up with a lovely 'plate' of venison tallow.

I have made one batch of soap, and have enough remaining for another. A couple of silicone bread pans picked up at the thrift store make perfect soap moulds.


Just a short video of my Dees on a warmer day.
 

8 comments:

  1. Our cold days are often wet and I really dislike cold and wet, your soap making sounds interesting.

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    1. I don't like 'cold and wet' either!
      The soap lathers well, and smells nice. I added lavender scent.

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  2. I've never seen the northern lights. I know they must be spectacular.

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    1. Always a treat to see them. They are truly spectacular further north.

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  3. That is incrdedible that the chickadees will eat out of your hand. I've never seen the Northern Lights, they are so beautiful.

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    1. They are quite the characters, and there is a definite 'pecking order'. They have their little squabbles, sometimes right on my hand.

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  4. I love that you are throwing hot water in the air. None of us should ever lose the pleasure in childish things! As for feeding chickadees, I could not begin to count the number of times I have done it, and it remains magical to this day. That simple communion with a wild creature touches the deep recesses of our inner connection to nature.

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    1. I've created monsters. They follow me everywhere around the trails and accompany me on my road walks where they land on my head and shoulders looking for seeds. I keep a fist of seeds in my mitt so I can keep my hand warm, but have quickly accessible food for them. Love my 'Dees.

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