First Chris and the boys donned their gear and went out to the horse tank to break the ice. We don't have a horse, so I'm thinking the only reason for breaking up the ice was sheer fun. Caiden told me if he'd had a fishing line handy, he could've "ice fished" for the stray bucket at the bottom. The boys are in heaven when it's wintry here! Then we read Robert Frost's poem, "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" and used lines from it for copywork. I have an entire volume of his poetry around here somewhere--cold days like this make me want to pull it out and curl up somewhere sunny to read.
Anyway, after Chris went to work we all read another chapter from "Understood Betsy," and I have to tell you there's nothing I love more on earth than a book about kids living on a farm in the "old days"! I told my mom today I was born in the wrong century, but then she reminded me about outhouses and home births and cholera. So instead, I decided to have a meal reminiscent of the days long ago, while still enjoying our indoor toilets and modern medicine (Although to be honest, I've always wanted to try a homemade mustard poultice on one of my kids! I just need to convince one of them, first.). We wanted to make applesauce like in today's chapter, but we didn't have enough apples, so I cooked up oven fried potatoes, a huge pot of noodles, and apples stuffed with sausage and brown sugar, straight out of my old "Joy of Cooking" cookbook. To my shock, the boys actually loved the apples! They made me laugh, though--they ate them with their hands like regular apples. Clearly we don't eat enough "stuffed" foods around here.
Now they're painting at the kitchen table--each boy is painting his dream farm, complete with apple trees, and a long road connecting the two. They've both decided (for today) that they're going to be farmers when they grow up. I'll remind them of that later this afternoon when I send them out to the compost pile in the cold! We're starting our first garden this spring, and my compost pile needs some love.
So that's what we're doing today. I'm letting bread rise, while the beans soak for dinner, and I'm about to head upstairs to my sewing room (Not the Happy Room, for all who asked. I'll shed light on that mystery soon!) to work on Addison's duvet cover a little while. She might be married before I ever finish it, at this rate! A little baking, a little composting, a little sewing: It's my version of being a pioneer woman, and it makes for a happy day.