Chopping Firewood

Brrr. We have hurtled from the wettest October to the coldest November and there was ice on the puddles yesterday morning. My chickens have stopped laying eggs and are busy growing their winter feathers as fast as they can. The cats don’t want to get up in the morning (who can blame them) and there’s a scramble every evening for the warmest spot closest to the fire. Chopping firewood is, in itself, a warming activity if attacked with sufficient zeal.

There was a shipping ban over the weekend which delayed the arrival of many of the stall holders at Panormitis but things seem to be back to normal today, give or take the odd procession of white crests rolling over the cold blue sea. At least it isn’t raining! Indeed, apart from a few wind-blurred vapour trails the sky is a blank indigo canvas.

Out in the gardens of Chorio the figs are looking a bit frost bitten but the pomegranate trees, laden with ruddy bronze orbs are a splendid sight.

Have a warm week.

Regards,
Adriana