Two rainy, stormy weeks have ended a run of beautiful warm days. The ground is heavy and soaked through, we venture out only to feed animals and get more firewood now. The lawn sinks, feet disappearing ankle deep in mud as you step on it. My beautiful cosmos that were so vibrant little more than a week ago have faded into brown slush, drooping heavily and rotting at the roots. The first dusting of snow fell crisp and fresh, polishing the tips of the Alps with a bright and clean whiteness two nights ago. The dragonflies are gone and the cicadas and crickets have fallen silent. Day after day of torrential rain are punctuated by thunderstorms; lightning tears through the sky over and over, thunder echoes off the mountains and shakes the house, seemingly stuck amongst the towering Alps it moves slowly and can last for days.
This week marks Phineas' second birthday, and Zoe's ninth. Phineas, being first, is excitedly planning his...he wants a Christmas tree, a rainbow cake and a bunny. There is something so bittersweet about your last little baby growing so independent and capable. He is all we hoped for; free spirited, packed full of passion for life, loving, carefree and wild, but knowing that we are nearing the very end of our baby days forever is sobering with a sting. We will, however, celebrate thoroughly on Sunday; he will have his Christmas tree, I will make him his rainbow cake, and if the weather gods are kind, we will have a bonfire into the night. Zoe is getting older, and all she wants is to go to "the city" and buy her own presents, so in June we have booked a hotel in Christchurch and she can buy all the clothes and music her nine year old heart desires!
It is late now, the sky is inky black, not a star to be seen out the windows. The three boys' snoring has blended into a comforting chorus and the house is toasty warm, the smell of smoldering totara and freshly baked bread bring such a cosy feel. The rain has let up for a moment and everything is still and calm. I intend to write more frequently, but then I do say that with every post and have made no improvement on seasonal updates. Goodnight world and goodbye autumn.
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