Nesting

It's so cold, and I am in major nesting mode. All I want to do is build big log fires and huddle up quietly with hot cups of tea. Unfortunately we bought a cord of wood last week, and two extremely dodgy men came and dumped a ton of the freshest, greenest, wettest wood imaginable in our driveway. This wood is about as far away from being 'seasoned' as you can get. Put it like this, it's so wet, that when you attempt to burn it, it steams. So I have resorted to those Duraflame things wrapped in paper that are idiot-proof, at least to get it going while we attempt to dry the wood out in small batches by the side of the fire.

A couple of days ago Beloved came home with some wonderful gifts we had been given (thank you, thank you, thank you R) - including beautiful dishes, designed by his mother when she had a factory in the Philippines, a set of Victorian cast-iron garden furniture that will be perfect when our new house is built, and a bamboo table.

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We have shifted some of the furniture around, and it is extraordinary what a difference it can make. I have fallen in love with my house all over again.

Which means I may not go out until Spring...

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