Honestly, Winter days

 Honestly, Winter days.

Make a bonfire

I’ve been in the thicket of my patch this week, pruning wildly.  Feeling sore muscles from an earlier boot camp session flare up.  Wearing spider webs and tree debris as I traipse from bed to my growing winter bonfire in leather boots.  My late grandfather in-laws’ old hack saw, worn in my hand takes to large branches and secateurs ride out of my tight jean pocket.  I dodge the dogs shit and low-lying branches with tree limbs and fingers of native shrub spike into my bare skin.

winter at the beach rivals summer
Its one of the best things I’ve done these past weeks – build that bonfire with clippings. Physicality, I’ve realised is so often hidden in blankets, coats and a moody fug at this time of the year.

Frost under foot on the grass began to crunch louder.  Fierce wind in the built up natural wind barriers around our home roared and we took shelter indoors, sunlight came like warm liquid poured all over me.  Cries and laughter from my boys at home penetrated layers both rendering me happy, sometimes deeply frustrated.  Outside of home, fine winter nights with wine and deep conversation fuel an inner fire.  It is these things that I notice now.

How winter finds me in solitary moments, tries to define me bereft of something.

Call on Spring with a show of Jonquils on the table.
 The imprint from what I do these winter days feels transparent, like the leaves yet to rebud in the orchard.  Just a trickle of devotion runs through me.  My living hums offbeat, quietly in the top corners of the coast.  These are honestly, winter days.  You can get more sad at this time of the year.  Cold.

So, how to build a bonfire to see you through to the end of winter (metaphorically speaking)?

1.  Dwell in winter.  Explore the darkest, deepest depths of it.  Notice the frost and be frightened by the twister that made a gnarly path close by your home in a rogue storm.  Be present for it. That’s all, just chill.

2.  Collect sticks that have fallen in the storm, build a thin layer over some scrunched up paper.  Thin twigs go at the bottom with a couple of thicker sticks on top and light’er up.  Fire lighter’s make life easier with damp wood, or a bit of diesel (careful)!

3.  Make friends with your beanie.  You look hot.

4.  Get familiar with your local events calendar and brave the elements.  Rock on through to Spring.

5.  Unhinge your stiff limbs.  Get them warmed up by moving them.

6.  Cuddle.


Winter is after all, nearly over.








beginning at the end of the lane

This pocket of cuteness in Tasmania’s North West is a home for sale; my home For Sale!  From experience it is a safe nest to cradle young children.  That is my best platform for a sales pitch.  A place where we ‘wild parents’ have let little ones inhale, roll and fight against bull ants.  There are all the normal parts of a house and a roaring wood fire that makes the winter a pleasure, as long as the pile of timber in the great shed holds up to Spring.  On adjoining land, happy dairy herds mow through the crispest green pastures on earth and a large white sea eagle makes visits on its way up the Flowerdale River.  Other little birds always swoop at the giant eagle in the skeleton of a gum tree, framed by a striking clear sky.  It is sheltered, like a private haven here in the Flowerdale Valley with hills towering up on either side.  We have lived and loved this home.  Our wonky baby buggy got bogged and bumped its way along the lane with tired limbs and gumboot tread, one foot after another.  Sometimes washing never dried and at the other extreme of the year, the lawn was like a park land with the shade of a huge weeping birch a place to set up chairs and fine fare for parties.  There are lots of memories and some great images with family and friends.  Mostly, though nostalgia is brimming; I know we have relished our young family life here and the move my family will make (in September 2013) is about another time of our lives, with this home still a part of who we are. Now I look to cultivate a new life with words and fresh views.

Image fists lane for sale