The winds are howling sending us scurrying for cover. Lucy nand Suzy head out of doors reluctantly and return quickly. Mother Nature must be doing housekeeping chores as dead branches and twigs tumble from the trees. On a positive note, March is nearly here – crocuses are peeking out of the ground, and green swords of daffodils are pointing skyward.
Although winter storms continue to rage, we are turning our thoughts toward spring. A random flock of robins on the wintry lawn is a lovely reminder that warmer times are ahead. Bicycle groups are setting up their itineraries. Bird-watchers are scheduling time to view the large numbers of migratory species that make refueling stops at our feeders. After the Superbowl – can spring be too far off?
Chester’s unsung heroine is Mary Frances. When we need a long period of R and R, she is at the helm – meeting, greeting, cooking, and cleaning. Lucy and Suzy get to snuggle with her at night. When an emergency arises, she cheerfully says “I’ll be right there!” We are so grateful for her presence – she is irreplaceable and greatly loved. Thank you, Mary!
The holidays are memories, and slow winter has settled in at Chester. Guests are arriving in smaller numbers to seek a time of peace and quiet with a fireside dinner, a good book and a warm bed. Even Lucy and Suzy have slowed down and are spending their days curled up on their beds.
Chester was filled with fun and laughter for over a week. Family came from near and far. Some new faces were added to the mix. Four dogs roamed the house; a cord of wood was burned, and many wonderful meals were consumed by family and friends. We made and ate homemade candy; Santa found a wonderful snack waiting at the bottom of the chimney. The new year was welcomed with a bonfire and champagne. All in all, it was wonderful! With grateful hearts we begin 2011 with hope and warm memories. Happy New Year to all!
The greenery is hung, and the tree is trimmed. Mother Nature has set the scene with a blanket of snow. Our kitchen has been the hub of inn activity this week with the production of “Mr. Lewis’s Caramels” and Butter Almond Toffee. Firewood has been cut, split and stacked on the porch. Friends – old and new – are once again dropping in for a cup of cheer by the fire. Family will arrive shortly, and the vigil for Santa’s visit will begin in earnest. As we settle down for the holiday, we wish warmth, peace and contentment for all. Merry Christmas!
The first snow fell overnight and the dreary landscape has been transformed into a veritable wonderland. The bare trees are a lacy delight, and the world somehow feels refreshed. Cardinals and finches are beautifully obvious in the sunlight against the white scrim of snow. The overnight paths of deer are clear on the covered grass. A skim of ice coats the pond. Chester is gracefully settling into the “deep midwinter.”
Thanksgiving always evokes thoughts of gratitude for family and friends. While preparing our traditional “feast” dishes, I felt a great surge of gratitude for the wonderful eggs we are privileged to share with our guests and utilize in our cooking. Our eggs come from the Springtree Commune – someone from there – most often Toots – brings them to our kitchen every week. They are not all the same size, sometimes they have a fluffy feather clinging to them. The tiny pullet eggs have a distinctive flavor all their own. Oversize eggs sometimes surprise us with an extra yolk. Lately the yolks are a brilliant orange because the hens have been eating papayas. Obviously, these hens are pampered! At any rate, we are indeed grateful to Toots and her flock for their contributions to our lives.
The first real freeze has arrived. Migrant birds have fled to warmer roosts. The last rose of summer is on the kitchen table, and the banana trees have turned to mush. A quartet of large bullfrogs still put in occasional, quiet appearances at the edge of the pond. A family of deer wanders through shortly after dusk each evening. This week we’ll pull the annual herbs, put the hardy herbs to bed and make wreaths of the bay laurel. The grounds are settling in for the late fall in all its golden glory. Oh, and yes, we did carve!
Fall has truly arrived . The smell of baked apples permeates the house on Sunday mornings, and wood smoke is in the air. The days are briefer but somehow more glorious – the skies are clear and the sunshine is warming after nippy evenings. This week’s decision of note will involve the two major pumpkins residing by the front door - to carve or not to carve? They will certainly make glorious jack-o-lanterns, but could also add to the harvest theme until Thanksgiving. Stay tuned for the outcome!