"I planted some bird seed. A bird came up. Now I don't know what to feed it."
Steven Wright
Like most houses in the civilized world, it's a busy time in the vonB homestead.
As it has snowed a whopping 4 inches in the last week, our coastal Canadian city is paralyzed. Ya, ya, ya - I know. We're Canadians. We're supposed to be used to this. Igloos, ice floes, dog sleds, blah, blah, blah.
Y'all are hilarious.
In this neck of the Great White North we are not used to the bitter, bitter cold(insert sarcastic eyerolling here), nor the snow; something radical seems to happen to everyone's good judgment once the thermometer dips below 32 degrees Farenheit. Morons who believe themselves immortal in their SUV's careen through the icy streets, leaving dents and rendered bumpers in their wake.
This is the occasion when I take my grown-up snow day/week/month.
Of late, my time has been filled with baking, casting adoring gazes at my amazing sons, and revelling in the fact that all my chickies are nestled together under one roof.
I have also taken to watching the psychotic birds who are swarming the bird feeders and suet blocks.
These mini butterballs are a messy lot, and they manage to slop out as much seed onto the ground as there is in the feeder itself.
I will keep you all apprised as to what sprouts up in the spring...
Stay warm, and be kind to each other.
Affectionately,
The Baroness
As it has snowed a whopping 4 inches in the last week, our coastal Canadian city is paralyzed. Ya, ya, ya - I know. We're Canadians. We're supposed to be used to this. Igloos, ice floes, dog sleds, blah, blah, blah.
Y'all are hilarious.
In this neck of the Great White North we are not used to the bitter, bitter cold(insert sarcastic eyerolling here), nor the snow; something radical seems to happen to everyone's good judgment once the thermometer dips below 32 degrees Farenheit. Morons who believe themselves immortal in their SUV's careen through the icy streets, leaving dents and rendered bumpers in their wake.
This is the occasion when I take my grown-up snow day/week/month.
Of late, my time has been filled with baking, casting adoring gazes at my amazing sons, and revelling in the fact that all my chickies are nestled together under one roof.
I have also taken to watching the psychotic birds who are swarming the bird feeders and suet blocks.
These mini butterballs are a messy lot, and they manage to slop out as much seed onto the ground as there is in the feeder itself.
I will keep you all apprised as to what sprouts up in the spring...
Stay warm, and be kind to each other.
Affectionately,
The Baroness
