WINTER WONDERS

 A fresh layer of snow in the backyard.

It snows for about one week of the year in Dunedin. My father always tells me the weather forecast the night before it will snow, having gleaned the information off the tiny plastic radio he listens to as he makes his toast and honey.
During the night, all is quiet, and then comes that glorious moment of the morning: when I leap out of bed and open the curtains. The windows will be so cold they seem to suck all the heat from the room, and the view will be breathtaking: a white blanket covering the hillsides, the trees, the ferns, the barns, and the sheep. 
That week of pure winter holds the promise of so many small wonders...

 Standing on crunchy ice

Crackling the ice puddles into small shards with our shoes.
This works best, not if one stomps, but if one is patient and slowly pushes out the tiny air bubbles below the thin sheet of ice.


 Lucky the dog walking on a frozen pond.

Going for winter walks.
The chill air makes my cheeks turn red, and the landscape becomes kind of unusual.


digging for yams

Digging for yams in the veggie garden. When I glimpse a bunch of bright red and yellow nuggets, nestled in the soil, I feel like I am digging for treasure.

 Making Chinese food with awesome ingredients

Making all manner of spicy, ginger-laden, mouth-warming dinners, taken from the pages of my trusty old cookbooks.