We have been having a major cold spell. Steve and I are on a constant look out for fire wood. It's hard to find a reliable source, let alone one that will deliver. There's been a few lucky days where we walk out the door and there's and old man with his donkey and huge bundles of wood piled four or five high on the old mules backs. Those are the lucky magical days of living here. For us. Maybe not for the donkeys.
Steve's off on his bike to try and get warmed up. I'm about to jump in the shower. It's the only five minutes of the day I'm truly warm.
The sun is out. The sky is clear. It's a beautiful brisk fall/winter day.
Can't wait to see where life takes me.
