After the office was completed, the guy who did the cedar shingle roof gave me the leftover bits, telling me they make a very aromatic fuel for the fire. He was right.
Today the rains came. It didn’t stop all day. This was, in one way, quite good. It meant Mirinda rested her voice, lying back in the lounge room with her laptop, learning how to use a piece of software for her DBA.
The downside was we didn’t get to go anywhere. We sat and watched the rain pour constantly upon the garden. Good for the garden, not particularly nice as weekends go. Though, it should be said, a Sunday doing nothing can be quite pleasant as well.
Along with the rain, the temperature has also dropped. This meant lighting our first fire of the season. And this meant burning some of the cedar shingles.
The house was filled with the smell of cedar all day, giving it a delicious aroma, particularly up the stairs.
Mirinda’s cough seems to have calmed down a bit, allowing her to sleep through the night. Still, it’s a slow and frustrating process.