Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
We had our first frost last Friday with a sustained low of around 26°F that lasted half the night. Most of the veg garden died. Some of the trees finally decided to get going on fall, those that aren’t already bare, that is. The honey locust is dotted with gold droplets amongst the green. The… Continue reading The Daily: 16 October 2025
There's almost four feet of snow on my garden now. And a "major nor'easter" to hit midweek. I am not sure how the past weekend's nor'easter was not major, given that it snowed more or less continuously from Saturday afternoon to this morning. (It is probably still snowing as some of you read this.) There… Continue reading The Daily: 17 February 2025
A Note on Time and Maples In my part of the world, today is almost exactly an hour shorter than the summer solstice. It took 44 days to drop this hour off the day, much of which time the days hardly changed. But now the changes are becoming more pronounced. It will only take another… Continue reading The Daily: 3 August 2024
Mardi Gras Means Pancakes... I briefly considered writing about Mardi Gras today, but I just don’t like it enough. I am not a Carnival person. I don’t like the noise, the crowds, the mess, the stink. I hate feeling inebriated and I simply can’t tolerate drunk people. I have no use for plastic beads. And… Continue reading The Daily: 21 February 2023
About this time of year the maple trees around New England become festooned in bright tubing. It isn’t as romantic as the old-timey, hanging-bucket pictures on all the syrup bottles, but it’s much easier to maintain and keep clean. The trees are tapped (meaning a small hole is drilled down to the inner bark) and… Continue reading Sugar Season!
I briefly considered writing about Mardi Gras today, but I just don’t like it enough. I am not a Carnival person. I don’t like the noise, the crowds, the mess, the stink. I hate feeling inebriated and I simply can’t tolerate drunk people. I have no use for plastic beads. And King Cake looks revolting.… Continue reading Pancakes for Fat Tuesday
By My Solitary Hearth 