Quetzalcoatl

Here comes the slow part of the year. I remember it so well as we were planning a new vegetable patch in our old garden last year. Yes, our old garden. For the first time in ten years, we have moved. People around us know how important this new home is to us. It's made us feel more grounded than ever before, the children are finally free in their big garden of dreams, and the house we live in feels like home.  It's a two bed bungalow. When people visit and see it, they can't believe it's a two bed bungalow but it really is. We can expand here; grow old here. We have an attic space with round windows to work in. We have a garage we will convert to a teenager escape. We have a spare office space we'll turn into Rosie's little room. I've got a craft cottage and an old concrete room with a kiln in. We've put the wood in there from three trees so far (one fell, two chopped down by Oscar's friend). But there's an awful lot of care this place needs. We...