This morning I woke up to thousands of snowflakes falling gently to the ground. Apparently their brothers and sisters had been doing that all night because the world was covered in serious snow. Very lovely and about time.
I walked around in my pjs for a while, prepared dough for braided bread which then had to rise, wrote a letter, had pancakes, watched the sun infiltrating my world and eventually dragged my butt into the shower and walked outside with my camera. Let’s face it, I almost could not not go.
Armed and ready I made my way up the village taking photos left and right and yes I am glad I made the effort because I really liked what I saw.
We haven’t had much snow until now which is bad given I live in a ski resort but I guess now the first step is made but oh we need so much more.
As you can see it has gotten cold enough for the chimneys to let out white smoke. (Except for the second one that is.) But doesn’t it look cozy? It a kind of puts me in that Christmas feeling I’ve been looking for those past weeks when it actually mattered. My timing was never all that great but this year at least I know I am not the only one. Everyone had a little trouble to get into the holiday spirit with the green mountains looking back at us while the birds were singing like they were announcing spring.
Christmas came and went and didn’t really leave any traces. Sometimes I wish I could bring back the meaning it used to have while I was growing up but that’s long gone.
Back to the walk.
I do really like our wooden signposts and I don’t really want to know how many pictures I have taken of them so far and how many more will follow.
My personal winterwonderland. To me snow always had a way of making the world look peaceful – untouchable even.
I ‘giant’ – well, compared to a real one – wooden squirrel marking the beginning of the squirrel trail. From there you can go through the woods back into the village and you will encounter numerous squirrels all of them waiting for you to extent your nut-filled hand for them to nibble on. The nuts, not the hand. It’s a popular trail and it has no age limit. Young and old alike can be found feeding the little critters, having great fun and taking some pretty neat photos.
I must admit that I never get tired of it myself. They are just too cute. And it’s not only squirrels but also birds that will fly into your hand and pick off whatever you offer them. Fear doesn’t exist in those woods.
I took the bus home to hurry back to my braided bread dough which had been rising for nearly six hours by then. It had been years since my last try I do remember not being all too successful back then and oh well why break a losing streak? I had kneaded it very well in the morning, it looked so very smooth and it had risen considerably but trust me to mess it up anyway.
It looked nice enough going in but going out it was torn and too flat and too hard but still edible. I will try again. Giving up is not an issue and as a last resort I have some friends who are real bakers and one of them will just have to spend a day with me baking if I can’t figure it out on my own. Tough luck.
At least my spinach pie turned out pretty much just as planned and it a kind of saved the day – the baking day that is. The rest of it had been pretty good anyway. Snow does that to me.
One more thing worth mentioning: I watched ‘Trumbo‘ tonight and really enjoyed it.
Yes, I am a big fan of ‘Breaking Bad‘ and therefore of Bryan Cranston and yes, he does carry the movie with a little help of Elle Fanning and John Goodman but I wanted to see it because the topic is quite interesting and in parts new to me. Of course, I was aware of the McCarthy era and its implications and of Ethel and Julius Rosenberg and their fate as portrait at the beginning of ‘The Bell Jar’ but somehow the Hollywood Ten had escaped my attention so far. It’s good to know that some people actually stood up to what happened there and I liked Kirk Douglas’s reactions as well as Otto Preminger’s. I know it was easier for them to show no fear because let’s face it you don’t sack Kirk Douglas after ‘Spartacus‘ is completely filmed and start over with a new actor. But still, it did take some courage given the political situation it could easily have ended in professional suicide.
I recommend the movie and I even downloaded the book it’s based on. It’s bound to be good simply because Dalton Trumbo seems to have been such an intelligent, interesting and slightly weird character ( I mean he did write most of his scripts in the bathtub) who certainly gave us some quite good movie but more importantly: he gave hope in very dark times.
With that I am signing off for today. Time to get to my current book. More about that later.