Cracking nuts, debris strewn all round the bedroom floor. Our only room with evening heat, the flickering lightbulb is becoming more of an annoyance. As I sit near the window a small draft sends a shiver to my left shoulder. Crackly wood in the fire gives us false hope that we are warm enough. Winter came a few days ago.
A yelp as Jana hammers her finger and the fortunate nut escapes to a far corner of the room. Not for the first time this month a bit of anguish and a few foul words are expressed.
Beautiful sunrises are only eclipsed by even better sunsets. Ground is now freezing and glittering into the moonlight, it is time for the land to relax. This is the time when some of our summer guests would be asking "so what you going to do now..?" This morning I was stumped for a few seconds, what can I do now? Wood is mostly cut for what we need, internet has gone slow and tea is in the pot, so what next? Fortunately my finger tips were not too frozen to have a go at cleaning and fixing stuff, tidy a few what-nots, rack up the apple wine (which means a quick sip and a bit more!) and generally keep myself occupied until Harik was after a walk. A quick survey of the woodland and a few more possible tipi pine poles are found. A deja vu of last winter's work look's like approaching.