Willow saving a branch.
Damn these November skies. Oops it’s December. By this time we have usually had a cold spell or two. This year the weather has been mild with low cloud in the valley. The lake is still open.
It is so mild I am considering going swimming! I’ve golfed in December, but never swam.
Soup is on the stove, Cabbage, onions, celery, carrots, a few strips of bacon and half a jar of the fermented sauerkraut from the garden.
Cheap food, seems to be the tastiest. Sometimes I think Lisa and I are practising at being old and broke.
No pensions, we come from a long line of folks that work into old age. It’s a trade off for sure.
Count us out of government workers that dim their eyes until retirement.
Lisa and I both had a taste of that. It wasn’t bacon and red sauerkraut. It was canned Campbell’s with a steady diet promised for tomorrow.
The latter is better as long as you prefer weak soup.
Perhaps we’ll catch some rabbits, tomorrow. Dig up some beets.
We could go hungry, but it won’t be for long.
I’m not afraid. With a bit of scramble and snarl, it never takes much to make good soup.
Willow laying into a stick.