Wednesday was the first day of spring when thoughts turn to warm, sunny days with green grass, pretty spring flowers and blossom on the trees and hedges. This time last year we had primroses flowering, but there’s no sign of any flowers yet this year. The hens and ducks are in spring mode though; they’re both in full egg production and the drakes are relentless in their pursuit of any female duck.
Unfortunately, the spring weather appears to have deserted us already. It’s early Friday evening and the wind is bitingly cold outside, the sky is grey and on the radio we listen to reports of snowdrifts and blizzards further north with snow forecast to fall here later tonight. We’re hoping the forecasters have miscalculated and that we won’t wake in the morning in the special light reflected from snow covered ground; a light that seems to reach into every corner of the house giving everywhere a slightly eerie feel.
If we get snowed in at least we could survive on eggs; I cannot keep up with production and the stack of egg boxes grows higher by the day. Tonight pasta.
Only three eggs, but that’s better than no eggs at all, briefly mixed with flour and a spoonful of rapeseed oil, kneaded between the rollers of the pasta maker,
cut into strips and left to dry briefly before throwing into boiling water for a couple of minutes. We’ll eat the pasta with a rich, beef sauce, a little mature Stilton crumbled over the top and a glass of red wine to hand. Then we can pull up the shutters, sit in front of the fire all evening and forget about the weather.