Make Bouillon While the Sun Shines

Make Bouillon While the Sun Shines

Frozen ground and the first snow quiet my squirrely stockpiling instincts and wood-stacking ambitions. Hypnotic snowflake lullabies coax me into my cave for hibernation. This surrendering feels like an arrival. In March, flowing sap tickles my food storage impulses, burying treasures in full crescendo until late October. Then, at some unpredictable moment, the point of no return hits, or so I would like to imagine, where no more work can be done and it’s time to tuck in and pillage the larder.

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