While much of the U.S. West and particularly the Pacific Northwest are going through a heat wave, we’re having a cold (and rainy) spell.
It rained something like 2 inches in the past 24 hours based on our very precise measuring device: the flat metal tray that we use to feed the chickens snacks like cooked butternut squash.
But it’s also in the upper 50s or low 60s today. Cold enough that we turned on the heater in the kitchen (which we’ve done something like 3.1 times in the almost one year in the house to date). Then Ron decided he should just build a fire in the masonry stove.
Thus, on June 28th, we have a fire going in the masonry stove. The cats are thrilled. As are the humans.
In addition, it’s so cold and rainy outside, we can’t really do any outside projects, although there are plenty of jobs to do. I decided to make the second rhubarb pie late this morning since the last of the rhubarb has been in the fridge for a week. It seemed like a good day to bake and heat up the house a little more.
And–oh, too bad–we’ll “have” to eat rhubarb pie.