Wintersong
@wordsofwinter.bsky.social
🌳🌲Writer of fantasy & forest dweller🌲🌳
Also here to share a little homesteading and baking
Also here to share a little homesteading and baking
A huge icicle just dislodged sending all of the Pyrs into a barking frenzy because they can’t locate the source of the noise. 🤦🏻♀️
February 3, 2025 at 8:21 PM
A huge icicle just dislodged sending all of the Pyrs into a barking frenzy because they can’t locate the source of the noise. 🤦🏻♀️
The gyros I made for dinner tonight did not, in fact, dull the edge of the craving I have for proper gyros.
The saddest part is there are no proper gyros to be found in all of Northwest Pennsylvania.
The saddest part is there are no proper gyros to be found in all of Northwest Pennsylvania.
January 23, 2025 at 1:16 AM
The gyros I made for dinner tonight did not, in fact, dull the edge of the craving I have for proper gyros.
The saddest part is there are no proper gyros to be found in all of Northwest Pennsylvania.
The saddest part is there are no proper gyros to be found in all of Northwest Pennsylvania.
Geraniums in the windows of my writing room never failing to brighten a winter’s day
January 22, 2025 at 10:28 PM
Geraniums in the windows of my writing room never failing to brighten a winter’s day
It is nearly always snowing in my part of the forest this time of the year.
January 22, 2025 at 4:03 PM
It is nearly always snowing in my part of the forest this time of the year.
I discovered a stowaway during the midmorning barn check-a long and lanky Siamese cat was hanging out with Rogue the chicken. I’m not sure who was more startled-the cat or me.
January 22, 2025 at 1:58 PM
I discovered a stowaway during the midmorning barn check-a long and lanky Siamese cat was hanging out with Rogue the chicken. I’m not sure who was more startled-the cat or me.
Shivering at -10 early this morning while I come up from the barn, but against the black of the sky, the snow looks like the shower of sanding sugar from an overly caffeinated baker hurrying to finish the last of the cookies before the morning rush.
And now, I want cookies with my coffee.
And now, I want cookies with my coffee.
January 22, 2025 at 11:44 AM
Shivering at -10 early this morning while I come up from the barn, but against the black of the sky, the snow looks like the shower of sanding sugar from an overly caffeinated baker hurrying to finish the last of the cookies before the morning rush.
And now, I want cookies with my coffee.
And now, I want cookies with my coffee.
Ten months is a long time for anyone to go without WiFi these days. I’d like to say it’s going to make my writing more productive in that I’ll be able to ‘research’ more easily but let’s face it: there’s going to be a solid day OR TWO of internet binging.
January 22, 2025 at 11:36 AM
Ten months is a long time for anyone to go without WiFi these days. I’d like to say it’s going to make my writing more productive in that I’ll be able to ‘research’ more easily but let’s face it: there’s going to be a solid day OR TWO of internet binging.