Opening Our Hut for a Moment

The grocery litterbin is nearly full. Would you be so kind to carry it uphill? Somewhere behind our Foresthut is the compostheap. Most times You had taken this little chore upon Your shoulders: Now  inevitably it will be my turn forever. But it will be a good opportunity to have a fresh new yearslook higher up there.
So I dress warmly, fill a big gardenbag with old leaves, empty the bin in it and start my uphill walk. Big bag in the left, rake in the right hand. It is still snowy-rainy wet. The footpath behind  our hilside house is full of slippery leafs. I get stuck with my rake passing Our Big Beech. And you have to take care not to stumble over a stone or a bushy root.
Besides the dripping of the raindrops down from the treebranches, it is silent. Then suddenly a rattling of a downrolling windowshutter: apparently the neighbour wants her afternoonnap. I pass the Hut make another turn and finally reach my destination. To unload the compost and the leaves alongside the track. Clearly everywhere around wild boars have been busy to grub  up their smacksnacks.  Perharps next they willl discover yesterdays vegetable soup yet still well covered with leafs now.
Then after walking back down to the Hut I  unlock one of the doors. Just to sit down  for a moment. To breathe and have a long look over the roof into the valley, where you can see a part of the town. The air is cold and wet. I will leave again in a moment but I just take my time to find that Feel again. This here we build together as our writing Hut. And  as a place to sleep, sometimes for Mischa, together with her Dolf. I touch the small writing table and whish to be . back here in the near future. To realise one of my old dreams again. Inspired by  Your Haiku’s, reading You my favorite  Zenpoets and Thoreau and Emerson to name a few.
Then I lock the Hut for today, follow my small foresttrack downhill again. Put my tools in the shed, rub my shoes and close the kitchendoor behind me. Ready! I smile and are going to make us a big pint of hot spicy punch. Alcoholfree but full of renewed Spirit. Spirits of Our Everlasting Love. You may smell and taste it. Don’t burn your tongue.