Just a quick post this morning. It is the morning after the “ominous” cloud formations of the last post, and just look up.
“Thar’s snow in them thar hills!”
A southeast system of wind and rain at the lower levels and snow at higher elevations is moving up the coast and then inland. The owners of ski hills are ecstatic.
Just look at the turmoil in the sky. The uppermost clouds are dropping moisture from those sweeping misty fingers.
A streak of heavy cloud sits like a skinny blanket, trying to decide whether to go up or down or continue north like a long train along the middle of the hillside.
Right in the middle of the picture, just above the level of the bay water, a low snaking cloud is following the Trent River to its mouth.
After a few minutes I go outside to take another picture as the clouds darken, and the hillside falls into shadow.
The layers of clouds have begun to separate and the lower ones seem to be churning in confusion. Where to go next?
Right now I’m happy to have the rain at sea level and the snow up higher where the skiers can enjoy it. If it keeps on raining, ask me in a week how I feel about it then.
And if it’s a rainy day, it’s perfect for reading a good book. I’ve written five of them for you. Just check out my web page at www.anneli-purchase.com to find out more about them. They make perfect Christmas gifts.
This is a very Christmassy recipe, but it’s good any time of the year.
Simple to make: all the ingredients are in the picture below. No baking powder or baking soda or salt. Just butter, sugar, flour and an egg, vanilla, dates and nuts (you can do without the nuts if you have an allergy). Recipe is at the end of this post.
You can see that I’ve chopped the dates (except for one to show you) and the pecans (you can use walnuts if you prefer them).
Mix the butter and sugar, add an egg and mix again, add the vanilla and then the flour. You’ll get a gooey batter. Add the nuts and dates.
Drop by spoonfuls, a couple at a time, into a bowl with shredded coconut, and to avoid getting batter all over your fingers, take a big pinch of coconut and push the batter off the spoon with it. Then coat the batter over and over in the coconut, pressing lots of coconut into the batter as you shape it into a roll (a yule log).
Place the logs on a greased cookie sheet and bake them at 350 for 15 minutes.
They should be golden brown when they’re done.
Now all you need is a cup of something to go with the logs.
I copied my mother-in-law’s recipe years ago. She used walnuts, but I like pecans too, so sometimes I substitute.
Easy recipe. Enjoy!
On the BC coast, if you have trees around, you’ll have raccoons. About three years ago, this fellow and his friends visited our yard and I managed to snap some pictures. It was easy enough to do in the daytime. But it’s the nighttime when these guys are most active. We hear them snapping and snarling and scrambling up and down the trees. Since I don’t have chickens, I don’t mind the raccoons being around too much, as long as they don’t interact with my dogs. I hadn’t seen any raccoons around for a while and had forgotten all about them until a couple of nights ago.
I was in bed, almost asleep at about 11:30 p.m., when the room got a little bit brighter. I got up to find the source of the light. It was outside – the perimeter light on our workshop. Someone or something had walked by near the workshop and made the light come on. I shone a flashlight around the yard and there he was. He had his mask on and was prowling around the backyard looking for trouble.
I ran for the camera while the Captain held the light on a second bandit who was climbing a tree not far from the back deck. I snapped a picture but it didn’t come out very well. The spotlight was too bright. The gray thing to the left of the raccoon is the utility trailer hitch, messing up the picture even more.
Anyway, we now know what has been causing our light to come on in the yard. I’ll be careful not to let the dogs out at night without a leash. Wouldn’t want them to tangle with one of these guys. They can be quite vicious when cornered.
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Three of the six are set on the west coast of Canada. The remote parts of the coast are a rough and tough “man’s world,” but in my novels, the women who live in this environment grow stronger as they face the challenges of coastal life.
A friend of mine painted a portrait that she kindly allowed me to use for the “Marlie” book cover. When I first saw the painting at her house, I knew this was Marlie, the character in my novel.
How did I recognize her? It was in the eyes.
Her left eye has a hint of tears and says, “You’ve hurt me.” But her right eye is hard. It seems to say, “Don’t you ever do that again.” Look at her eyes in the cover of the book. Do you see what I mean?
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The Similkameen River flows east a long way from the mountains of E.C. Manning Park in British Columbia, to the *Okanagan fruit growing area in southern BC, where it turns south into the United States to become the *Okanogan River south of Oroville, and from there to the mighty Columbia River which then flows west again to the Pacific while it forms the border between Oregon and Washington for much of the way between them.
*Okanagan (Canadian spelling)
*Okanogan (American spelling)
It can be a bit of a flood plain in parts.
Does the river follow the highway, or does the highway follow the river?
Meet my friend, Meleagris gallopavo merriami (Merriam’s turkey).
When guinea fowls were brought from Africa to Europe, they were thought to have come through Turkey (the country), so they were named “turkey.”
Later when Europeans came to North America, they saw a local bird that looked liked their guinea fowl (which they had called a turkey), so they called this bird a turkey. There is no real connection between the bird and the country.
The native people of eastern North America hunted and ate turkeys, and this is how that bird came to be associated with “what was for dinner” at the first American Thanksgiving feast.
Turkey must have made quite an impression on the pioneers, since it became a traditional component of the Thanksgiving dinners that followed every year since then.
By the way, if you can’t remember when American Thanksgiving is: it’s always the fourth Thursday in November.
Happy Thanksgiving, America. We have a lot to be thankful for.