Way back in the '70s, a wonderful woman named Bette Hagman decided that people with celiac disease should not have to live without good bread, pasta and other delights of life--so she set about making all that possible. This is gluten free sourdough bread made from one of her recipes. We had it with a beef pot pie...with the tender flaky crust from another. I am always grateful to pioneers like Bette who simply won't accept the stays quo.
The set of "American Primitive," a play based on the letters exchanged between Abigail and John Adams. It explored the deep love between these two, as well as the deep pain caused by their separation while he was in Philadelphia involved in national concerns and she was in Massachusetts, managing the farm and the family on her own.
I was iced in today. Although the branches, looking like they were encased in glass, would have made a pretty picture, it was just too nasty and treacherous to venture out. Here in our cozy little house, the woodstove kept us warm. Here's an abstract view of the flames.
Nothing is more emblematic of winter in New England than a nor'easter. Today's storm depostited the highest snowfall in 24 hours in recorded history at Bradley Field north of Hartford. We got about two feet here in Kensington. After the worst of it was over and the plows had gone through, John and I went for a frigid walk to Paper Goods Pond. The snow was too deep to get near the shore, so I wasn't able to get close enough to capture the swirls of snow blowing over the surface of the pond. It's hard to believe that a few months ago, we were kayaking out there.
...is to fill 52 themes, one a week for the year. Some weeks, maybe I'll try to find several photos to fit the themes. Others, I may spend more time trying to perfect one that seems best to represent the theme. Three years of a photo-a-day opened my eyes, now I want to hone my skills.