Once upon a time, there was a blog.
There was a woman who wrote this blog, let's call her Edwina, and she also did 679 million other things and sometimes she sort of had to let the blog fall away a little to keep the wheels of her life from wobbling off completely.
So, hi there. I've been slack. I apologise. I'm here today. Incidentally, today was the first really cool and misty morning of the season. Soon it'll be frosty again. We're almost coming to our second winter living in Little House.
How terrifyingly quickly time flies.
Recently, we've had some rain. It was long overdue and has turned the whole valley green and lush again. This is Big and Little House (can you see Little House, hiding away there?) as taken from our neighbour's property.
We've been out the back a bit, getting the weeds under control. It's pretty down there. Weedy, but pretty.
But mostly, we've just been getting on with the process of living our lives.
In what must be one of the slowest journeys ever, we have nearly finished the undercoating in the big room. Nearly.
I don't know if this is becoming the slowest renovation ever, or just top five, but hey - good things take time.
And when there's so much else in life to do and enjoy, why hurry?
