This past weekend a big, spring storm moved through.  It snowed for two days straight and we were home with no schedule to keep.  Glorious.  Kenny and James set up a yardstick in the backyard to track the snow accumulation.  And cousin Luke came to participate in his first snow ball fight and sledding.  So much fun!   

Homemade bread and soup – the perfect meal for a snow storm

There is something deeply gratifying in making bread.  Not quick breads or other baked goods, but real bread.  It is easy and wholesome – not complicated but it does require patience.  Releasing any frustrations while kneading the dough.  Not peeking but letting it stay covered and warm to rise.  The hope it will rise in our high altitude and cold weather.  The satisfaction of pulling it out of the oven and admiring the beautiful loaves.  And finally, the kids gathered round, watching me slice it and hearing their oohs and aahs.  Then the moment of truth – the first person to take a bite – James – announcing that “It’s really good bread, Mom”.  I take a bite and agree and am so thankful and relieved it turned out.  I feel like Ma Ingalls – the snow blowing cold outside and piling up while I’m making bread for the family.  So crazy to have all these feelings about bread, but I so enjoy processing life in words and thought, so why not analyze bread making too?  This recipe is a keeper and I’ll be making it again soon.  

Girls Night – nails & a movie

Kenny and the kids worked so hard through the weekend to stay on top of snow removal.

Using binoculars to check the yardstick to see how many inches we have

A foot of snow by the end!