![]() ![]() In ancient Roman times, the patrician class used to enjoy iced beverages, even well into the hot months of the summer, and ice cutters from the Apennine region made a good living supplying the imperial capital. In fact, I watched a train video just the other month incidentally showing an Apennine snowfall as the train passed through the region. It's basically the fungi equivalent of Bubba and his shrimp. You should see how much is at my MIL's house. ![]() My wife has to make at least one recipe a week that involves mushrooms since we have tonnes of it in dehydrated form. I'm wondering if she gets them under pine trees where the ground was protected from snow. I had no idea mushrooms would be growing this time of the year. I thought we were going to keep it tucked away under the deck until May but wife went with her mom this weekend so they were put to good use now.Īnd damn, my MIL must be the mushroom whisperer. Every time we pass by someone that has put out freshly chopped wood on the curb we are very tempted to pick up the juicy pieces and throw in a fire. In that fire is two pieces of cedar(?) that we picked up from around the corner at home a couple of weeks ago. Keep the snow that has fallen cold or keep the warmth from the sun in the summer time lingering. And then the beach 150m away is just sand. Like how for so many years I could only sleep with the ceiling fan on. Even if snowmobiles zipping across the lake, just as long as it's well in the distance. As pleasant as that is, I still would like some background noise. And he ran a bar for a living and helped run the German social club at the Hansa Haus in Mississauga. BIL's FIL is from Mississauga and he spent hours just sitting at the fire, listening to nothing but that crackling of the wood bark popping. I don't like all the power tools going and boats out on the lake going out fer a rip and dude bros blasting music but I like some background noise.Ī few years ago we did Christmas in the Kawarthas on Buckhorn lake. No insects buzzing, leaves in the trees to rustle, and layer of sound insulating snow on the ground - just total silence.ĭefinitely lots of people love silence in nature. There is nothing quite like a calm, crisp, cold evening at the cottage in the dead of winter.
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