It is the first day of spring and most of the daffodils went into Girlie’s gob (which I already told you about) though we do have a few where she can’t reach and they do a curtsy greeting to welcome guests at the gate.

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour;
“Winter is dead.”

Beautiful winter

Beautiful winter

A bit cold

'Winter is dead'

‘Winter is dead’

We have had a long, harsh though surprisingly beautiful winter down here in Tasmania. ‘Harsh’ you understand is a relative term. Not Harsh as in the northern extremes of Sweden or Canada but Harsh if you live in a mild and pleasant land. It was another first in our lives to wake up in the place we live to see everything covered in snow. Winter started early, turning suddenly cold in late May and then staying that way. So different from last year. We stacked and carted and burned a lot of wood this year.

wood stack

Here are some jobs I have discovered are so much better done with a mate rather than by yourself:

Collecting pine cones from the paddock for the fire


Stacking a pile of wood undercover
Repairing a fence or in our case a duck pen
Pruning the orchard
Picking up all the prunings from under the fruit trees and stacking them somewhere to dry out
Wrangling the ducks and chooks into their houses at bed time. Especially if it is also raining and windy.

Though if you HAVE to do them by yourself you will have lots of nice thinking and wondering time AND you will feel virtuous, strong and self-reliant.

Come sit by me, I have something to tell you… I have someone I am learning things from and like a lot but we haven’t met. Her name is Pip Lincolne. She does LOTS of things including being a really good writer and is very creative and very helpful when it comes to passing on what works for her in her life in the hope that it will help you in yours. She has a blog you might like:

I also bought her book called Craft for the Soul. It’s like having a best friend in a book. Really.

Craft for the Soul
Talking about best friends…our daughter was visiting here the other day and we sat out the back of the house and ‘turned to the sunlight’ in a warm and sunny spot out of the wind with cups of tea and our crocheting and it was a very nice time. It felt like winter was dead. When I read this poem today it reminded me of it.


A Thoughtful Spot
Half-way between Pooh’s house and Piglet’s house was a Thoughtful Spot where they met sometimes when they had decided to go and see each other, and as it was warm and out of the wind they would sit down there for a little and wonder what they would do now that they had seen each other. One day when they had decided not to do anything, Pooh made up a verse about it, so that everybody should know what the place was for.
This warm and sunny Spot
Belongs to Pooh.
And here he wonders what
He’s going to do.
Oh, bother, I forgot –
It’s Piglet’s too.

Do you have a warm and sunny place out of the wind you could call your Thoughtful Spot?