Oh it has been so cold here in Melbourne. The mornings have been exceedingly frosty. The grass is dusted with white. My breath fogs my glasses – whilst inside. The windscreen is hard with ice, demanding that we dawdle in the driveway for a good five minutes, waiting for the heater to turn it to slush.
Such has been the cold that one of us insists on tinkering with his outdoor toys at the kitchen table!
The young one is making the most of her lovely squishy, warm, snuggly honey-bunny – newly arrived companion for Miss Hinchcliffe who has been a bit lonesome since the deaths of our sweet little guinea pigs.
Whilst the crazy one has been more intrepid, determined to get that dresser scrubbed down, sanded till it gleams, oiled and inside before the next spell of rain. Complete with newly built and collaged doors. Who’d have thought a mitre box and tenon saw could be such fun.
And then the Solstice came. On a day glowing with sun (albeit, super cold) with a rich blue sky that sang of the summer to come. Julian chopped wood. The Solstice bonfire was lit. We sat as close as we could, plates of slow roasted pork and pumpkin upon our laps, marshmallows waiting to be toasted, strawberries (from Queensland) waiting to be dunked into the chocolate fondue. As the flames danced and crackled, we looked up into the frosty, moonlit sky and cheered that our earth was tilting back towards the sun.
Who cares that we are only 22 days into the first month of winter. From this point on, each day reclaims just a minute more light, pushing us gently on to spring.
Whilst we wait, we remind each other how much we LOVE the cold! Make more tea. Fight over who gets to wash up in that lovely hot water. Linger by the stove. Fill and refill the hot water bottles. Beg Fu to stay still on our laps and just cuddle!
And I dig around in boxes and cupboards, pulling out half finished blocks, long forgotten fabrics, and almost done quilts. Piling them onto the table, the must-finish-this-winter list growing longer and longer. And promise Julian that tonight! tonight! I’ll start the argyle pattern on the front of his vest. And sneakily knit another two repeats on the much less daunting baby cardigan.
And look out at that dresser …