A Beautiful Day

It is a beautiful day, doing simple things.

Yesterday, I made the first yogurt of the season, so I checked on it.  Yes, it has set beautifully.  This was the first cooking I have done on the covered deck in our outdoor kitchen since we got here at the end of March.  It has rained so much, I have not attempted any outside cooking.

The kitchen side of the deck is set up as a potting shed right now, so my husband checked out the propane tank and set up the burner stand in a corner where I could watch the thermometer rise and then fall as I followed the process for making yogurt from the delicious raw milk we get from a local dairy.  We like to eat it with jams and conserves also from last season’s canning.

In the early morning, I drank in the lush scent of all the aromas wafting through our cabin window from the damp forest.  Its richness is so full from all the rain that has been falling.

A little later, before the rain started again this morning, I went out to check on my container garden.

I had moved it the night before to give the plants more sun.  My husband and I carried sixty-seven five-gallon buckets with their rich soil mixture and vegetable or herb plant about twenty or thirty yards away from their original positions next to our covered deck.


I also planted some seed potatoes in a damp soil mix until I can sew some burlap bags for the straw I will add in layers as they grow.

To add protection for the plants, I set up two Nite-Gard solar-powered flashing lights.  A farmer friend had told us about them to keep wildlife out of his pasture where he raises his pigs.  They have been useful for keeping wild night-life off our deck also.


This morning, the plants appeared to be undisturbed.  So far, so good.

Then I checked on my journal covers-in-progress in my loft studio and brought down a book.

When the rain started, I curled up with it.  (I am reading the Anastasia series published by Ringing Cedars of Russia Press.)

After I finished the book, I worked on my hand-applique quilt borders.  When I got tired of sewing with a needle, I got out my tri-loom with its new scarf-to-be on it.  I wove about ten rows with a long crochet hook.  After I got tired of weaving, I got out a sixteen foot scarf to which I am adding a crocheted lace edging.  After a few feet of edging, I got tired of working on the scarf, so I got out a new ball of yarn which I got from Jimmy Beans Wool in Reno, NV and started a new scarf pattern.

During the day, my husband and I ate food which I canned last winter and spring.

It has stopped raining and we are watching the sun-line rise up the eastern hill as it disappears behind the western ridge.  There is a lot of variation in the light with more rain clouds in the sky and we watch how it affects the many depths of lush green leaves.

As the sky gradually darkens, we hear the first of the insect choruses.  These will change as the light fades to darkness.

We are becoming more accustomed to the simple rhythms of each beautiful day.

Sharing the peace…

© 2015 Kathryn Hardage