Monday, February 25, 2013

2013, Week #8

I didn't start taking pictures until Wednesday night for some reason, but then I was off on a tear!  Here are my photos from the week of February 18-24:

Baking pies late at night for a museum workshop in the morning.  Pecan pie on the left and chess pie on the right.

The pies the next day, plus the cornbread that I made with my workshop kids.

Home a bit early from work after a long week prepping for that workshop.  Took the pups on a lovely, wintery woodsy walk.  This little scene is 350 feet from my front door.

After much consideration, I rearranged my garden house office so the desk is facing the window (instead of perpendicular to it like this).  I'm going to work out there tomorrow, so we'll see how it goes!

One of my historic house organizations is renovating their rental apartment and it's been fascinating to watch. This is the kitchen, with new paint, a new light fixture, and newly refinished floors.  It's awaiting appliances, drawers, and  butcher block counters, but it's gorgeous as is!

Back at my own ranch, my husband finished installing a lovely new white mailbox (the old one hadn't been dealt with in a long time and was composed of 95% rust).  Oh and yes, our mailbox stand is an automotive crank shaft.  What can I say - my grandfather was a mechanic and never wasted a thing!

Up to NH to visit friends and family over the weekend.  First stop, a 1780s farmhouse in central NH to enjoy a fire, some friend time, and snuggling my puppy niece (another incident of that here).

An amazing snowy view down my parents' road at the lake.

. . .  where I met up with my husband and my own puppies!

The conditions were too bad to go meet other friends in Franconia, so we stayed home with my folks.  Before dinner, we walked down to their friends' house for a drink and I fell in love with this little (obviously nonfunctional) parlor stove.  It's just what I want someday for the garden house (see?).

Snowy walk home.

My parents' driveway in the foreground.  If it were not for my dad's 4-wheel drive SUV, we wouldn't have been going anywhere soon.

But instead we got to go skiing (well, snowboarding for me; skiing for Mum, Dad, and Justin).

My snowboard on the left and J's skis on the right - an interspecies romance.

Seriously.  Worth all of the sore muscles and banged up knees (I rode Saturday morning as well and took a digger onto some ice, kneecaps first).

The view of the slopes from après ski.

Back to that 1780s farmhouse for a final night with friends.  These are the only stairs to the second floor.  We had to carry Kobe to bed, but the hound dogs managed it like little mountain goats.

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