Winter wonderland
The first fleeting chill of winter has arrived a month or two early. You look forward, not with pleasure exactly but definitely with anticipation, to the sliver of sun through the sunroom, warming Missy's fur and the deep bone chill making you dig out your boyfriend jumpers and old man cardigans you bin dived for at Vinnie's.
The harder blue skies are on their way and leaving are the more insipid blues and mauves of summer. It's a season of figs and exploration, of cocoa and games nights. Ashby chitters away to the rosellas adorning the back fence and the magpies searching for nesting materials. They never answer him. Shadow sleeps on my bed, kitten dreams, and not the dreams of 19 years on this earth.
The first winter in Beresfield and Caity will be gone for most of it but I'll document and muse and save recipes here - so she can read and explore with me on her own travels.
The harder blue skies are on their way and leaving are the more insipid blues and mauves of summer. It's a season of figs and exploration, of cocoa and games nights. Ashby chitters away to the rosellas adorning the back fence and the magpies searching for nesting materials. They never answer him. Shadow sleeps on my bed, kitten dreams, and not the dreams of 19 years on this earth.
The first winter in Beresfield and Caity will be gone for most of it but I'll document and muse and save recipes here - so she can read and explore with me on her own travels.
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