Is there anything more beautiful than than the sight of a wood pile. It holds the promise of cosy afternoons with a good book in front of fire - it signals more than one worry free winter - just as face cream advertisements sell youth - a firewood pile equates to comfort, warmth and always knowing there will be enough. So while the sight of this pile might not move any of you to tears in warmer climates - In Dunedin it brings great joy indeed. It's been a crazier than usual time. Tom turned 20 and Rosie came home for 10 days before heading back to Wellington. We went to the Catlines for a few very cold but very relaxing days.
It's strange to think that I no longer have any teenagers. Probably just as well. A young whipper snapper called me Grandma at the harry potter movie the other day ! Still I was soon vindicated. Rosie sent me a text saying that her good friend Jade could hardly believe I was nearly 50 because I have such a young face. But my age is what I am and I love every minute of it and am making the most of it. Even if that means most weeks out on the road for work and a strange existence inbetween.
Heres to a week of keeping warm
Marg
