The stove purrs. The sun is leaking through windows and cracks on the planks of the walls. Birds have been busy since six this morning. They squatted the empty space between the ceiling of my bedroom and the roof tiles. They’re very busy redecorating the place, taking apart old nesting material and bringing in new and fresh stuff. All along the male birds are whistling their songs like real construction workers, whistling to attract the attention of every female they spot.
Building yourself a home… It is what living things do. It is what I do, although my perception of what ‘home’ should be, has changed a lot since I left my life to start another one.
I had a lovely breakfast of oatmeal, tutti frutti, cottage cheese, custard, sugar and cinnamon, after a good nights sleep. Soon I’ll be out on the field sod cutting beneath the fruit trees in the orchard. Tough job I love doing. It’s very good weather this morning and it looks like it will be nice weather all day long. The good sleep, the delicious and nutritious breakfast, the weather all support working outside. My muscles are a bit sore from the previous days, but I found out that usually this disappears as soon as I’m busy.
And while I’m working in the orchard, this little space with walls, roof and a purring stove with a kettle serenating a lovely charivari, is waiting for me to shelter me for the night again.
It’s all so simple. As simple as a cup of coffee.