Yesterday was clear and sunny, but cold. We are in the week’s yoyo on the climb back up the string. Today is gray, but expected to be about 8 degrees warmer than yesterday. Maybe the mid 40’s (8ºC), breezy, but no heavy wind. We will climb another 10 degrees tomorrow and Tuesday with increasing chances of rain, then plummet on Thursday back to a high of freezing and a low in the teens. My system doesn’t like these flucuations. With the changes bring wind. Wind brings power outages. We are low on wood for supplemental heat. This spring, the woodlot will be checked for dead or dying trees to try to resupply. A few years ago, a huge oak blew down in the woods of our farm. It landed on thick branches so it was propped up at a dangerous angle and it sat that way for two years. Eldest son tackled it with the chain saw and cut many thick branches from the tree, but our saw wasn’t long enough to go through the trunk. Our farmer friend that hays our fields came in with heavier equipment than our chainsaw and little tractor and left with a couple of thick long logs for the mill, loads of firewood for another neighbor who had recently had bypass surgery, and left us enough firewood for two winters of supplemental heat and ambiance fires. Two Thanksgivings ago, eldest son and I took down a dead tree and between then and a second visit at Christmas, we got it all cut up, I split most of it with his help on some and it was stacked. That wood is almost gone. Hopefully there will be no extended outages before it warms back up.
What does a “Mommom” (my name to these two grands) do on a Sunday morning? Grandson’s breakfast of choice is pancakes or Honey Nut Cheerios. About once a week, a week’s worth of pancakes are mixed and baked on the griddle to be frozen for him. The last batch ended up too thin for his liking, Granddaughter loves them. This morning, I felt they were too thick, but he insisted that was the way he liked them. They are so thick that they didn’t bubble up on the edges to indicate the griddle side was baked and ready to flip. His weekly batch of pancakes are cooling and will be frozen for this week’s breakfasts. His Mom and Dad are grocery shopping now and he asked for sausages to go with them. The microwave will be busy this week.
And I don’t even like pancakes, I would rather have oatmeal or a farm fresh egg, right from the nest of my girls.