Winter Wonderland

We’ve received lots and lots of snow recently, with more on the way. Unless all the weather forecasts are wrong, I can expect to see big wet flakes falling again when I get up tomorrow morning.

I start early every day on clearing out my driveway, even before the snowfall stops, as it’s easier for me to shovel a few inches several times than it is to shovel the whole thing one time. I don’t mind - there’s a certain stillness in snow falling in the early morning that’s very peaceful, even magical.

I walk the dog mid-mornings, and am usually rewarded with incredible beauty. The snow had just stopped falling one morning just before we started our walk, and everything was pristine white. The sun peeked out for a few minutes, turning everything around us into sparkling crystals.

The crystalline beauty, the green trees, boughs laden with snow, and the blue sky - it was one of those special times. The sun appeared only briefly, but the beauty was all the more special for the briefness.

The sky soon turned leaden again, the magical silence was soon broken by the sounds of traffic, tire chains clanking, on the highway, and I knew I’d spend the afternoon shoveling more snow, if not from the driveway, then from the roof.

But for those few moments, I knew sheer joy in the beauty surrounding me, as my dog and I made footprints side-by-side in our own winter wonderland.

Meeting Ouspensky

My local library has used book sales twice a year. While it’s a good opportunity to buy sacks full of the mysteries my husband loves, I also take advantage of the fact that they often include old, out-of-print volumes and I’ve acquired my own bags of treasures.

One of my recent finds is “Tertium Organum: A Key to the Enigmas of the World,” by P. D. Ouspensky. It’s the second edition and copyrighted 1922, the year it was translated into English. I don’t see a reference as to when he originally wrote it, but it’s clearly been around for a long time.

Ouspensky was a Russian philosopher, mystic, and mathematician, and in this book “he explores religion, science, psychology, and the literature of mysticism in an effort to understand man and man’s place in creation.” I see chapter headings having to do with the “fourth dimension.” Sounds fascinating, doesn’t it?

I’ve only read the Introduction and Preface, so I’m not into the essence of Ouspensky’s philosophy yet. I’ll keep you posted on what I glean from his thoughts.

Barley Gruel

Gruel. It sounds like something awful. I’d only heard it used as being something fed to children in long ago orphanages, with the implication that the only thing worse than gruel was starvation. It sounded like cruel for good reason!


But I went through a very bad patch several years ago, and wasn’t able to function effectively, including eating. Someone told me barley gruel provided good nourishment in those kinds of situations, and I was desperate enough to try it.


I found a simple recipe, made up a batch, and much to my surprise, it was quite delicious. I’ve tried several other versions, in particular one made with mushrooms. It appears that barley is fairly adaptable, so you could probably combine it with whatever you desire, and season to taste.


My favorite remains the very first recipe I prepared. It’s from “The New Book of Whole Grains” by Marlene Anne Bumgarner. Bumgarner recommends searching for natural brown barley, but it’s very difficult to find. In the States, generally all that’s available is pearled barley, which has been hulled and processed. Pearled barley doesn’t have as much nutrients as the unprocessed grains.


Barley Gruel


1 cup coarsely cracked barley, soaked overnight
2 cups water
½ teaspoon salt


Bring water and salt to a boil. Add barley, cover, and cook over low heat for 10 minutes, or until moisture is absorbed. Serve with honey and milk, perhaps topped with fresh fruit.


According to Bumgarner, gruel is just another word for porridge. So I guess those little orphans weren’t so abused after all. And I might have tried it sooner if I’d known that’s all it was!

Catalog Dreaming

It’s January. The ground remains frozen and snow-covered. Although there’s lots of wintertime activities to keep me busy, I’m thinking about sunshine and springtime gardens. The seed catalogs arrived last week, and oh, the luscious contents!

Produce of every shape, color, and size, all bursting with color and flavor, promise bountiful harvests. My favorite catalog so far specializes in “seeds and plants for gourmet vegetables.” They offer delicacies like purple carrots, yellow raspberries, tomatoes and peppers in every hue, kitchen herbs, and edible flowers. Have you ever tasted a nasturtium? I did once in a fancy restaurant. They’re fuzzy.

I have very limited space available for gardening, but I’m hopeful of eventually increasing my “acreage” with tiered raised beds. That will give me more growing area, as well as make cultivation easier on my back and knees. With luck, a raised bed might even thwart the gophers!

At the least, this spring I’ll grow potted herbs on my window sills, and plant a couple of tomato bushes outside. Until then, I’ll sit here in front of my warm fire, leafing through the catalogs, remembering gardens of the past, and dreaming of future abundant harvests. I’m not too sure about purple carrots, but I’ll always make room somewhere for a nasturtium!