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  • Confession: until last night, I had never had honest to goodness snow cream. @glennbenglish whipped up a tasty batch with vanilla and nutmeg, and we enjoyed it alongside @oldworldlevain's heavenly frangipane tartlettes with fresh cranberries, orange peel, and cinnamon. Snow-pretty AND tasty.
  • Scattered, smothered, and covered. Snowy day in the cove!
  • We three Englishes do so very much love snow. Forecast to receive between 3-6 inches tonight! @glennbenglish captured Huxley and I taking in the view on his way back to the house after locking up the chickens.
  • Woke up to overnight snowfall, always a treat. Then heard from my neighbor Lynn, a licensed massage & bodywork therapist, that the snow was preventing her from getting in to her clients in town and, as a result, she had an opening in her schedule and could give me a massage. Whenever she travels, I pet-sit her cat Sophie, and in exchange she trades me a massage. Not only is she a seriously stellar masseuse, she also is an aromatherapist, a Jin Shin Jyutsu practitioner (a kind of Japanese acupressure technique), and is certified in neuromuscular therapy. So when I get a massage from her, I receive this healing trifecta involving scent, body, and spirit. Plus, in all honesty, I feel like this woman is actually imbuing my body with love when she works on me. I left her house feeling light and bright, and nourished. She has offices in Asheville and Johnson City, TN (the home massages are reserved for family and neighbors!). If you're looking for a rich, wonderful, deeply healing massage, please consider Lynn. You can find her information at www.lynnbernatsky.com. || I passed our bamboo grove and its tiny creek on my walk over to Lynn and Steve's; it somehow spoke to me of good things in store.
  • Woke up to this view. Some kind of wonderful!
  • Spotted Quench in the wild today.Always a thrill to see my books out in the big world, and rubbing elbows with friends @thejoyofcooking, no less!
  • Good day to be in western NC. View of Mt.  Pisgah from the top of our road.
  • You will not pass! || Our shorty with his soul sister Raeglan, adventuring in our woods two days ago. @thebriere4
  • Batman Begins. You ought to hear his 4 year-old take on Batman's gravelly, husky whisper.
  • Post meal, pre-hike to the frozen
  • Yesterday marked the very last photo shoot for my upcoming picnic book. 20 picnics, showcasing all 4 seasons, DONE! Snow, the necessary
  • The cold never bothered me anyway ? Love exploring our woods in the winter.

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Weaponry

Woman At Arms

I found my gun. Or, rather, it found me.

Longtime readers might recall back in February, when I mentioned my interest in learning to hunt with a group of similarly-minded ladies. I’ve been caught up in all sorts of other things in the ensuing months, writing, gardening, chasing after a rapid-fire baby (toddler!), and generally living life. Hunting, and marksmanship, and gun knowledge have been kind of sidelined while I make my way through these busy days.

And then, out of nowhere, my gun walked into my life. A dear friend of Hubs’ came to visit us last week. He brought with him the gun you see pictured above. Never before fired, this gun, a Browning A-Bolt Stainless Steel 7MM Remington Magnum with Leupold scope, came with him, and was graciously, generously, incredibly thoughtful gifted to me. It’s an exquisitely crafted machine, and I feel a river of gratitude for such a gift.

I haven’t fired it yet (although I did try out a shotgun our friend also brought with him). I’m still just sort of in awe of it. Every time I hold it, I keep thinking “I’m holding a lethal weapon, I’m holding a lethal weapon.” I hope I never stop thinking that way. I hope I never loose the profound recognition that guns are deadly, and that they’re also very meaningful tools.

This journey is just beginning. I’ll keep you posted as it unfolds.

*I wanted to take a minute to address concerns that have arisen given the timeliness of this post and the recent shooting rampage, and subsequent loss of precious lives, in Colorado. That was a senseless tragedy. Personally, however, I see no connection between my interest in learning to hunt for my own food, with a weapon I highly respect and intend to use conscientiously, and what happened out there.

I understand that the image of a gun can illicit strong reactions. That said, this is an interest I intend to pursue, and gun imagery may appear here periodically. If the sight of someone holding a weapon, with the intention of providing food for their family, offends you, then small measure might not be the best blog for you.

I understand that this is a controversial issue that invites passionate sentiment, but this post, and my feelings surrounding the choice to hunt for my own food, aren’t a solicitation for fiery comments. This is a personal blog, chronicling my and my families experiences in homesteading. For a spirited debate on the issue of guns and gun ownership, there are numerous sites better suited to the topic.