These last few winter weeks have been my ideal weather: warm, still days and cold nights, no bushfire or snake worries. Getting cosy at night with my wood fires, by day enjoying a sun that doesn’t try to fry my skin in an unguarded instant.
My wallaby mates love it, and the in-pouch joeys of all ages have the best situations, snug against the faint chilly edges, sunsoaking with Mum.
I feel as rich as I ever wish to be when my solar batteries are on float and I have a full woodpile for the nights.
All I need now is some free time to take my Gypsy camper away on a proper holiday – one not dictated by book talks. She’s waiting more patiently than I am. In fact, she’s been sitting there so long she’s growing a green tinge on her southern side.
1 thought on “Winter warmth”
Well, winter warmth from sun by day (for me and the wallabies) and wood fire by night; and I like alliteration!
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