I have adored living in our lofty mountain home. The misty mornings and spectacular views still never fail to draw me in. I am so thankful we have had a season here to regroup and recharge. This morning the fog settled into the valley and looked like marshmallow it was so thick. Now it's time to move on and let someone else live here, let them live life from a different perspective. We have had a time of great reflection here. There is something about a great height, that makes you realise that you can think outside the box. When you live down in the valley, everything is busy around you. When you are up on the mountain, things seem clearer and less frantic in some ways.
Still we are waiting for someone to re lease our current home. We are all well and are steadily packing. We are trying to save the last of our wood for special occasions, as we cannot afford to buy anymore and don't really want to order more if we are going to be moving. The little electric heater is sure getting a workout downstairs. All of the unnecessary items are packed up and ready to go. It doesn't really take long to pack, it's the cleaning that is the big job.
Sam is continuing Kinder on a Friday and loves it. Jack has started swimming this week. yes, that's right in the dead of winter. He is in an indoor heated pool, but still, brrrrrrrrrrrr. Don is plodding along at work and has advised them that we will be moving sometime soon, but is yet to give notice. So now we just wait and have fun in the meantime. My life with Sam at home is never dull anyway.