January and February this year have been cold, at least for Florida. Our usual temps alternate from 45 in the morning to 65 or 70 degrees mid-afternoon. This winter has been an exception: 20 days freezing (or below) in January and at least one near-freezing day in February. Depending on where you live, these temperatures during cold seasons are hardly worth a mention.

A few of the snapshots below have an icy tone to them, except of course, the stew bubbling on the stove and the book review, a hot one (Propaganda Girls)

Rain has finally come in mid-February after a drought. Maple tree branches have begun to bulge with blossoms. In a week or two, trumpet-shaped azalea blooms will blast pink and fuchsia color all over our neighborhood. Spring will follow. Soon!

 


 

Blue Tarp

In January, we covered patio plants: peace lily, poinsettia, the brilliant “red sister” plant. Herbs thyme and rosemary made it through. But the other flowers are still “in recovery.” Because of the high winds that sneaked under the tarp, hibiscus have looked forlorn in February, Will they make it?

The landscapers who maintain the garden areas of our community used white, lightweight plant covers in advance of the freeze. The covers admit sunlight and air, but protect flowers from damage. We invested in those for next year.

 

 

A Vignette

 

 

We stayed indoors. A lot! I paid closer attention to  pictures and photos on the wall, ones I’d normally ignore because I’ve seen them so often. This icy snap originally from our son’s portfolio is a case in point. A vase of coral from Cliff’s snorkeling in Key West and a mint & eucalyptus infuser round out the trio.

 

 

Art Studio

 

The artist in our family had time to sort through stuff in his studio, sometimes making interesting discoveries. “Where did this come from?” he wondered.

 

 

Long Married Couple

In early February, we attended the funeral of out son-in-law’s father.

After the service, lunch was served in an adjoining hall. I spotted this framed photo on the wall of the serving space. In the picture, an unknown (to me) elderly couple clasp hands on the family Bible before they eat slices of homemade bread & jam with orange halves. A sacred breakfast.

 

 

Homemade Soup

 

Making soup Is a perfect activity for chilly weather. Starting with a bag of lentils, I brewed lentil soup slow and long, adding onion, carrots, celery, a few bay leaves, and a squeeze of lemon to finish. It was authentic soup, not the semi-homemade stew I made in October and described here. 

 

 

The Reading Duo

 

I read, a lot.

So does my husband. However, he reads with his ears; I, with my eyes. We’ve never read the same book–at (almost) the same time before. While I turned the pages of a book in print, he saw the story emerge with images his ears sent to his mind and imagination. Audio book versus print book. Take your pick.

The Book? Propaganda Girls. You can find my review on Goodreads HERE

 

 

Grandson Playing Tuba

 

 

Our youngest grandson has played the tuba since he was in junior high. Now he is a high school senior–only one more concert in April to go.

Music is the secret language that effortlessly connects our bodies, our minds, and our souls.    ~ Hope Alcocer

 

 

A Very Bear-ish Tea Party

 

Queen Elizabeth I| and Paddington Bear shared a pre-recorded, delightful tea party at Buckingham Palace for her Platinum Jubilee in June 2022. The 96-year-old Queen and the animated bear bonded over a [mutual] love of marmalade sandwiches, which both produced from their respective handbags.

 

After Valentines’ Day, my dining room table seemed bare. So what did I do? Made a very bear-ish display. Without tea in cups, and, of course, without the Queen.

Fun fact: Great Aunt Ruthie made teddy bears, now vintage, for each of her grand nieces and nephews. This one landed at my house, not sure when or why.

 

 

Simultaneous Reading and Sleeping

 

The caption to the forwarded photo said this, “My wife is such an avid reader she can read with her eyes closed.”

True story: If I read in bed at the end of the day, I often fall asleep, drop the book, and lose my place. “This time, I apparently fell asleep for several minutes, so I’m told, yet the book didn’t fall. I literally fulfilled the excuse “I wasn’t sleeping. I was just resting my eyes!”

 


What am I reading now?  Elif Shafak’s There are Rivers in the Sky. If you’re curious, you can read a brief summary HERE.

The story tracks a single drop of water across centuries, linking a 19th-century Londoner, a 2014 Yazidi girl, and a modern hydrologist (AI Overview from The Guardian.)


 

How have you coped with the weather this season?

Do you prefer audio or print books? Do you ever fall asleep as you read?

Any cooking or baking experiences to share?