Autumn light through the the Jesus table is lower, colder but never less inviting.
The La Nina seems to have passed and we have misty cold mornings and lovely sunny days that finish early.
The last of the roses in a vase.
The La Nina has caused this to be a month or so where real life takes over form everything. Including writing a blog!
We had the most horrific storm in living memory (for me) at the beginning of March.
Luckily there was only a bit of extra firewood here, but Patea and Waverly just down the road were laid waste to. There are still roofs off everywhere, broken glass in the streets.
We lost power for three days at the Doctor's surgery and had to dispose of all our vaccine stocks.
We still have no front windows there. Sucked out by the force of 150km/hr winds.
Malcolm the builder has been the recipient of the best date scones, and is in the enviable position of being the most sort after man in the Granny's life.
A message from Malcolm (to say he'll be back next week with some french doors) is like a visitation from the Virgin Mary or indeed a message directly from above.
Soon it will look something like this, with lovely earthy wooden kitchenette and white painted plaster, floors and ceiling.
The Granny has almost completed the most beautiful crocheted blanket for the new studio.