Monday 12 November 2012


'the good life'  

this wine has a story

'chicky pot pie'

larch trees in autumn...need I say more?  

Woke up this morning to the first snow which is always so beautiful.   Maybe one day, I will come to loath it like so many others,   but for now,  I am simply awed by the quiet and the clean beauty, especially this first day.   It still amazes me that nine years ago we left our California beach cottage and headed out to find something 'else' and did we ever.   Fast forward to today as I sit in a tidy little MO-bile  (read: trailer) all warm and cozy and watch the ever so teeny snow flakes falling in slow-mo.
 The 'good life' step you are wondering about is a recent gift from our stone mason/artist known as  'the Gavinator'.   There are pieces of coloured glass imbedded in the concrete and he kindly installed it immediately upon delivery!   Wow. Beyond cool.

The three bottles of wine pictured above were purchased by 'Mr. Cheap'   at a discount store a few years ago.   They have been kept around because we like the labels and never intended to drink them....sooooooo.....upon 'googling' we come to find out that $2 wines are now worth  $125, $150 and $175.  Well, according to the internet, that is.   It is somewhat doubtful that the wine is still good, as our storage policies & procedures these past 9 years have been somewhat loose and fairly negligent and basically, ignored.    Anyone want to join us one night to pop them open? 

The 'chicky pot pie' needs no explanation except to say it is a fine example of how the colder weather brings on different food yearnings -- this being one of them-- yeah,  homemade and really, really good. This would never fly in the heat of summer that's for sure, but last night we (just the 2 of us) devoured it almost completely.  It could have been our last meal, you don't know.

Then there are the larch trees on this property that I have come to know and love.  I did not know anything about this tree before moving here.  Last year I thought they were dying  when they turned this pumpkin-orange colour in the fall.  Not so, just flaming, freakin' beautiful.

That's the story for now from the Valley of the Crescent.


kevel88 said...

You slipped one in!! Blog that is. . . DOn't mind snow if I am in a warm place. . . but not 6 months out of the year. Course you have a nice view now with all your beautiful doors.

Pot pie, looking good!!

Enjoying the fall colors here. . .


BOBOJOJO said...

If you're gonna do the whole Canuckle-Head thing Gee, then I expect to see you on the booster bus for the local Hockey team with all the other forlorn women who would rather be in the Bahamas.
Maybe this could be a opportunity for you to put you're knitting skills to the task.
Every young upcoming Hockey great needs an ascot.

ingrid said...

That view, those trees...... you are so blessed!!!
You know I love trees. I tried so hard just to have ONE day out in the woods with my girl. It was beautiful this fall. I can't believe you have that all around you.
Just so amazing!!!

Anonymous said...

I really tried, but it is so frustrating to write a brilliant comment only to be deterred by loss of memory and too much sun!

Con amor,


Let's see if I can remember how to post this one???????

Moss said...

Will wonders never cease? and the snow continues to fall.