December 3

The rain is pouring down in that most soothing temperamental way of coastal storms. The water shines on the dark needles of the conifers and the bare branch tips of the birch. Our house is cold, and since we have baseboard heat and single pane windows there are also a lot of blankets. One rabbit is snoring, and the other is under the coffee table. I’m not sure, but I think this is how I start every post: the state of our birch tree, what the rabbits are up to, and something about the weather.

I’ve been saying in the back of my mind for a while now that I need to take better care of myself. This may be related to having gone through much of November with a sore throat. I remembered last night about the salt water gargle trick. Better late than never. More soup, more sleep. Probably yoga and more leafy greens and time spent with trees are also in order.

It’s a little hard to believe that we’re this far into winter already. I’ve been thinking wistfully about first snowfall for about a month now, for about the amount of time that it usually would be snowing back in Nelson. Amazingly, we may actually get some snow here on the coast this week. I hope that the amount of time I get to observe it drifting down outside windows and in the forest exceeds the time I spend walking through streets sloshing in brown slush. It will still have been worth it, even so.

We’ve had the oven on a lot lately, mainly roasting vegetables. I particularly love roasted vegetables topped with a poached egg and some grated cheese. I leave the oven door open after I’ve turned it off to help heat the house. Tomorrow the oven will be on baking holiday cookies and I am so excited. I’m notoriously bad at initiating social occasions, but to my friends who live nearby: please come bake with me. I plan to spend as much of December as possible in the kitchen.