Last night we had our first fire of the season. It promised to be a very cold night, and we'd set a fire in our slow-combustion stove a few days prior in anticipation. I also wanted to spark up the first while we were both here, just in case there was a flue issue. Beyond an initial back wash of smoke from the cold pipes and firebox, it went fine. There really is nothing quite like it. Burning wood for warmth is a sacred act.
In the mornings, unless it's raining, we go outside to our little garden sitting area and enjoy the start of the day. For so many years I was a nocturnal type, but now I love the earliest bits as the sun does its hello land thing. This morning we saw the first of the season's balloon flights. We have a couple of hot-air ballooning companies here in our valley (the header of this blog is a shot over our valley, taken a few months ago), and they take off only a couple of kilometres from our house. Generally, we are pretty much right under the flight path. It's a fantastic sight (and sound), these ponderous yet entirely graceful globes of light sailing free across the sky in the bright early mornings. It's a really friendly thing.
When we fiorst moved here, I was outside early on my own with coffee in hand and heard this bizarre, loud whoosh/roar noise somewhere to the North. There it is again! What the? My thoughts were along the lines of a seriously malfunctioning hot-water heater next door (theirs is a gas one) when suddenly, over the trees and only a few hundred feet up.....there she sailed. Felt like a child again, instantly. Wonderous stuff.
To top it off, I just saw a shed levitating. Not something one sees every day, yes? I walked out the back, preparing to donate some of my precious urea salts and moisture to a deserving patch of mulch, when movement caught my eye to the right. There, two yards up (which we can see now since their tree butchery) was a 3m x 3m aluminium shed, levitating along the fence line at about 5 feet off the ground. It was some seconds before I also saw the heads of those carrying it.
Today I had back spasms very early and took a pill. For a moment there I was wondering about side effects.
Oh, and Collingwood comprehensively towelled up the hapless Essendon side in today's now-traditional ANZAC Day match at the G. Not a first, but a great thing, this is. I shall refrain from going on, but I think this picture of our big fella Josh Fraser (reminds me of Boxer the horse in Animal Farm, a real honest workhorse) says it all.
Respite tomorrow afternoon for a week, so I shall catch up on my writing probably. Been a bit slow in that department lately, my apologies. Never mind, eh?