It’s quite enjoyable these days, roasting a pan of coffee. I need to do this outside, due to the smoke it gives off. Now the mornings are warm enough that I don’t need mittens and a hat, just a warm jacket. There’s something about standing outside our forest-nestled house idly stirring a couple of pans of beans for twenty or thirty minutes, long before the rest of the household is up, that makes for a lovely beginning to a day. The songbirds are back and I can pick out the sound of Oregon juncos, robins, varied thrush and the metallic harshness of the Stellar’s jays. The chickens are up and clucking about. Sometimes there are deer nearby.
Now we have enough roast beans for week or two. The next roasting will probably not even require a winter jacket. I predict warmer temperatures and the trees beginning to leaf out. Chuck took the snowplow blade off the lawn tractor today. Have we turned the corner for good now? Let’s hope.