It’s been a long time coming, but it feels like winter now. How fascinating that the ice crystals form on the leaf margins, giving them furry little halos. I wish I had a more suitable camera for capturing the frost fairy’s handiwork. We just passed the shortest day here, but that would be about the equivalent of December 21 at home….the end of winter isn’t even in view.
Even with a chilly start to the day, it always rises above freezing. In the sun, it can be downright nice. Good thistle whacking weather. I was skipping around feeling pretty cheeky about winter so far–but then I realized that winter hadn’t actually begun. There’s a finance guy at work who wears pin-striped shirts and pointy shoes, but he doesn’t even have a heat pump in his house. “Heat pumps” are the kiwi answer to central heat–a machine that heats at least one central room. He’s the driver of a BMW with heated seats, you’d think he would install in-home heating, but no. It’s a mentality, not a lack of resources.
We don’t normally sleep with full winter garb, even in our chilly NZ winter house. Naomi fell asleep on the way back from a playground morning, and I figured the extra layers wouldn’t hurt. It will buffer her from the startling cold when she awakes.