A wintery blast has hit south eastern Australia. Wildflowers is awash. We have been lashed with rain , hail and sleet overnight and this morning, puddles occupy every indent on the ground outside. A channel of water runs past the house following a small ditch I dug to divert the rainwater away from the front door.
Every piece of vegetation is dripping water and dances frantically to the tune of the howling wind.
The goats are sheltering under the house, the cow bellows mournfully from the nearby paddock hoping that I will bring it some more hay. The chooks are laying low.
The wind forces its way in through the gaps in the doors, floor boards and windows of our little house. But the draughts are easily repelled by heat of our combustion stove.
It’s on days like this that I remember why, in the spring and summer of last year, I spent so many days cutting and stacking wood.
What to do on such a wild and wintery day? The children get out the train set, dress up their dollys and make a cubby house out of chairs and blankets. What can dad do but make sure the animals are sheltered and fed and that the fire is stoked up. Dad can also put his mind to what to have for lunch. No way I was going to our outside kitchen and exposing myself to the nasty elements.
Answer…bacon and eggs cooked on the stove inside. All very cosy and very yummy!