January Squirms

Today I had a fit of the January Squirms. All I knew is that I needed to pull on my boots, tie on my little red ear-warmer, and go rake something.

I've always loved winter... this is the first January that I've ever felt so itchy for GREEN. Today the Squirms got the better of me, and I cleared away a good portion of the woods behind the trailer, despite the fact it was soaking wet and didn't rake very well. I went on an exploration and discovered two abandoned pots and a little shelf (container garden score!). I cleared all the insulation and piping and random 2x4's from the front and I must say, it looks a lot better.

And I gathered up some branches, arranged them in a jar, and set them in my kitchen to remind me that winter has its own brand of beauty.

The Long Winter

It strikes me as ironic that the week after I resolve to post more frequently, my computer died a sudden and unexpected death. Life, ladies and gentlemen.

Behold, the icy windows.

The title of this post is "The Long Winter." Aptly so. The picture to the right might give you an idea of why it's been feeling eternal. The temperatures around here have been ridiculously cold (even down to -29 degrees F), and the condensation created by the gas heater trickles down and freezes all the windows and doors shut with a layer of, yes, that is ice. It's an adventure for sure, but it's one that gets old after a couple days of coming home after a long day of work and not being able to even get inside my own house.

Another reason is the fortune I've spent on propane. Every three weeks I needed another tank while we were using the trailer heater, but fortunately about a month ago my dad installed a gas fireplace... it's 99.9% efficient instead of the 60% efficient, 20 year old trailer heater. He's tried to console me by reasoning that when The Costs of Winter are spread out over a year, they won't be as overwhelming, which of course is true... and costs aside, this winter certainly hasn't been all that rough. The Long Winter has had some beautiful, snowy days, and when those beautiful snowy days are accompanied by a cozy blanket and a steaming cup of tea, it tends to put into perspective the frozen-door days.

Winter is not forever, so lately I've begun planning ahead for spring. I'm hoping to include two projects I've never attempted before: container gardening and chicken-keeping. The container garden seems like a productive way to maximize my small, rocky, uneven plot of land... I have high hopes of raising various vegetables, herbs, and flowers. It's been so long since I've had a real garden and I'm so excited to see what happens. By the end of the month, I'll be ordering my six little chicks! Three Black Australorps and three Buff Orpingtons are the breeds I'm planning to try first... from my research, I've gathered that they are good, reliable brown-egg layers, friendly family birds, and hardy enough to keep laying even into the winter. We have friends that have raised them together and found that they got along well. I'm still unsure as to what the coop situation will look like, exactly, but we shall see! My parents are excited for both the garden and the chickens because they plan to contribute things like bags of chickenfeed or potting soil in exchange for eggs and produce. Best. Trade. Ever.

Thanksgiving Eve

The first significant accumulation of snow has graced Canterbury this Thanksgiving Eve! After so long in Florida, it's so good to experience the cozy contentment of a snowy day.

The pipes, as you can see in the picture, are still above ground, but they've been pretty good about not freezing, thankfully. All things considered, I'm surprised they're doing so well.

Tomorrow the family will gather at my parents' house to celebrate Thanksgiving, and the trail of boot-prints bridging their house and mine is proof of the bustling excitement as we work together to prepare for the festivities. I'm getting ready to let my Sparkling Cranberries soak overnight, and I plan to wake up early and whip up some 30 - Minute Yeast Rolls. (Click either one to find its recipe.)  I haven't tried them before, so I'm trusting Pinterest not to let me down! I'm especially intrigued by the idea of yeast rolls rising in a mere 30 minutes...



"Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it." (W. A. Ward)

It's traditional, in the quiet moments of Thanksgiving Day, to reflect individually on what we're grateful for. But less commonly suggested is the importance of expressing that thankfulness to the ones who have blessed us. Take some time to personally thank those who have blessed you, as well as the Almighty Giver, who supplies such an incredible abundance of all things good!

Happy Thanksgiving from Canterbury!

Renovating The Hobbit-Hole: An Update

A few months have passed since I've moved into my new home... and I have neglected to publish a single post about its progress! Life has been busy - full of new home-owner responsibilities as well as the challenges of several jobs (lots of new bills to pay, after all) and time slipped by faster than I realized.

The renovation is a huge work in progress, so every now and then I need to take some steps back and keep everything in perspective. The shiny new laminate flooring will get completed one of these days, and in the meantime, I'm enjoying the first-things-first, not-so-visually-appealing necessities of a functioning kitchen and bathroom. Things like insulation, pipe trenching, and plugging up holes in the roof add a whole new appreciation for the adage "comfort before beauty"!

And yet, even while the holes are plugged with aluminum foil and the clapboard walls beg for a coat of paint, it's transformed from a trailer to a home. Despite the hiccups in reno, it's become quite a cozy little hobbit-hole, and I've done my best to furnish and arrange things in a pleasant, welcoming sort of way. So many helpful things have been supplied by kindly friends and family, excited to usher me in to this new adventure: towels and soap, eggs and vegetables, afghans and tablecloths each add a unique touch to my "patchwork house" - little reminders here and there of the support and generosity I've been blessed to experience.

Trailers are hard to photograph, as I have discovered, but I will do my best to post some as well as posting about the various adventures here at Canterbury.

Because, of course, there are many to be had! :D

The Arrival

Well, this is starting to seem real!

Today, thanks to several men who were gracious to sacrifice their entire Saturday on my account, my trailer was delivered... haha, I was going to say to my doorstep, but, well, that *is* my doorstep!

Pictures of its final position to follow. This was the hardest part of the maneuvering - threading it between the porch and the garden / red maple.

I'm so thrilled. It came together nicely, and tonight we were even able to begin the extensive scrubbing and cleansing of the interior.

It's still sinking in... in a few weeks, this will have become my home. Like, I won't live with my parents.... like, I won't need to relocate on holidays... like, this could be my little corner of the world for the next several years! It's... overwhelming and exhilarating.

It's another page in this new chapter.

The Beginning of the Adventure

Every now and again, it is the Lord's pleasure to hand me that now-familiar little package labeled, "PLOT TWIST." A few days ago, I received such a package. This time it led me on a decision-making journey.. one that was heavily saturated with emotion, but balanced with a logical counting of costs.

More plainly:

For a number of reasons, I have decided to take some time off from college and try mobile home life on for size. It hasn't been an easy choice - both options held significant appeal - but I am at peace with the path I have chosen. I am now the joyful owner of a 37ft. trailer... which, Lord willing, will be parked in my parents' backyard in a mere two weeks!

"It's time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and I'd much rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure!" (E. Harwell)

The Wild and Precious Life

Nodus Tollens: (n.) The realization that the plot of your life doesn't make sense to you anymore - that although you thought you were following the arc of your story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don't understand, that don't even seem to belong to the same genre - which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure. (Excerpt from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows)

Each of us, at birth, is given a Book. The cover is new; the binding is crisp; the fresh pages just sewn together with immaculate care. Some, upon receiving the Book, anxiously clutch it to their chests and grab at the Giver's pencil. The Giver sighs as he hands it over with a gentle warning: "It's hard to write a story when you don't know how it goes." Others sit and stare at the empty pages, waiting for the Giver to author whatever wonderful tale he has in mind. They are disappointed when the plot gets stuck in the mud, deaf to the Giver's prompting, "I gave you the oars. Stop sitting there and start rowing!" 

I'm realizing that the Book is, in fact, a Mad Lib of sorts. A fill-in-the-blank. We are given a basic plot, but it's up to us to take the blanks and turn them into our own adventure. We add the adjectives and adverbs, the when's, why's, and how's. All the little details... within the rules of the Guidebook he also supplies, comparable to those little bits of text that tell the parts of speech needed to complete the sentence. Add the wrong part of speech and the sentence will be garbled - but follow the rules, and it comes out grammatically correct. 

It's only at this point in my life that I'm beginning to feel this "nodus tollens." Looking back and realizing... I was supposed to choose an adventure after all. No wonder the carefully cut cliches tasted bland... food without spice is just, well... food. Living without adventure is just, well... living. Finding different genres? Instead of trying to rewrite them to match the automatic, embrace them as an intriguing twist of the adventure. What fun is a Mad Lib without the unexpected?! 

Our job is not to snatch the pencil. Not every adjective is left blank. Living purposefully, serving cheerfully... these are already written in. But in the points of the Book where it reads "serve cheerfully, and in a __________ way," we're left with a dictionary supply of blank fillers! Your adventure is your own. Choose wisely. 

There is a thought-provoking quote by poet Mary Oliver that serves as the basis for this blog; it is a question each of us answers every moment whether we realize it or not: 

"Tell me, what exactly is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?"