this winter is a real one…. every week masses of new white…. the holidays are over now, but we could’t start school because of the storm, cold and immense snowfall – streets are closed, electricity not always working and water frozen – even in the desert and other unusual places of Morocco, they have an onset of winter and cold this year…
alhamdulillah, this is great for nature, a promise for a rich fruitful summer inchaallah
– and we pray that everybody finds some comfort, warmth and shelter these days…
personally, I am so soooo thankful that hubby is with us at home, alhamdulilllah, living through these homey days (mostly spent in the kitchen, where it is warm), providing us with wood, food and the ceritude that he is by my side when baby decides to quit my womb and to enter the winter world out here, inchaallah – actually I feel like a brooding hen, not very much moving since three weeks, persistently waiting ….
It’s this time of “in between” – the “zwischen”
– Neither here nor there. Your old self and your new self, balanced on the edge of a pregnancy. One foot in your old world, one foot in a new world; when the opening begins –
as Jana in the mothering magazine describes it so well….
When it’s cold outside, cloudy and grey, often one of the best things to occupy ourselves is by working in the kitchen: the kids love to participate; it’s a nice moment spent together, to transfer and share knowledge, to learn and laugh (most of the time); and in the end we have a useful outcome and the stove or oven keeps the house warm…
In these cold times, and especially during pregnancy, I often crave for food from my childhood.
And since I am half Czech and born very near to the Swiss border, I grew up with potato pancakes.
They are very famous in both countries and the recipes vary only little. In Swiss style they are known as “Roesti”, in Czech style as “Bramborak”.
We eat them with sweet cinnamon applesauce, with kraut or cabbage, and with tomato salad.
here you can find a variety of different recipes:
soon … or still six or more weeks to wait ?!
I feel ready, inchaallah, and more and more tired…
I feel the phase beginning when you really get ready to be a mum to a newborn,
to give out the baby to the world, to welcome him in your live,
to allow him to become part of the family (more than he already is now)…
but I know very well, that this phase can take quiet a while, it can “cook you until you are really soft”, almost angry, and not ready to wait any longer, but truly ready for the last painful pressing you have to do to free him and yourself…
I pray, and imagine, and prepare the last things…
and I wish myself, my family and you, dear friends and readers, a very blessed new year of 2018, full of blessings, beauty and prosperity in every way – may Allah bless us all with His bounty!
33 weeks of pregnancy and winter is here now…
I feel the need to sit in front of the fire place, to keep warm, to knit (just simple plain knitting – I love the process of it even if I do nearly never finish a piece… and the kids sometimes join me)
and I slowly feel the urge to prepare home for baby, a nesting instinct that comes with the approach of the birth…
wishing you all a warm home, hearth and heart!