“So, I looked up and we were in this giant dome like a glass snowball, and Mark said that the amazing white stars were only holes in the black glass of the dome, and when you went to heaven, the glass broke away, and there was nothing but a whole sheet of star white, which is brighter than anything but doesn’t hurt your eyes. It was vast and open and thinly quiet, and I felt so small.” ~ Stephen Chbosky
We have friends from the city coming to stay this weekend. They are bringing their two young children with them, who are bursting with excitement at the idea of visiting a farm. They are also determined to camp out. Mum and Dad, meanwhile, will be snuggled up in the guest bedroom in our little cottage.
It’s freezing here right now, with deep frosts on the ground each morning. I fully expect to see two little bodies inside in front of the log fire when I wake up on Sunday. But isn’t half the fun of being a kid having the opportunity to try things and to live the adventure?
I’m really looking forward to having them here. We’ll take them to see the platypus and the koalas, we’ll visit the cows, and pick some oranges and mandarins (clementines) from the orchard.
And when night falls we’ll light some of the wood piles around the farm that need burning, eat a delicious dinner, talk to the owls, and watch the procession of stars across the sky.
I might be late blogging tomorrow. There’s lots of fun to be had between now and then, and I may well end up sleeping in!
Lots of love to you, Nicole xx