...somewhere other than the city, would be very wonderful.
"We live with the cockroach
And we split our cords of oak
And keep this wood stove burning
While the bitter winds are blowing
We stow our words in the cellar
So we never lose hope"
Cedar Creek Tree House
Lyrics above and listening to: The Bowerbirds "Dark Horse"
(I'd like to add that I'm more than a little homesick for the little house on a beach that my husband currently lives in, all on his own, because the U.S immigration is taking very long with our application to be reunited...)