Old volcanics

I slept in. In never sleep in. I can't even remember when I last slept in.

I remember being awake too early and thinking it was raining and how cold it would be on the hills. I remember thinking about texting my friend to see if we'd do pilates instead.

Then it was 8.30am.

I needed the sleep and need more still. I've been pushing myself. Much of the day was taken up in errands and stuff that needed doing. I returned home to the lovely smell of the slow cooker. Yum! A piece of home kill lamb, even more yum.

The rain eased to drizzle, the drizzle stopped, wind dropped and it was pretty nice up on the hills. A tad wet and slippery so I kept to the hard surfaces. The usually somber volcanic rock faces had colour and texture in the damp.

I'm loving this orderly and clean house business. Very homely.