I’m not sure if we are going to get any peas before it gets too cold.
They don’t look as happy as our summer peas.
But we have some flowers.
It’s dark when we get home now. The winter months are hot (cold) on our tail.
There is a chill in the air.
I first took my daughter skiing when she was four.
Flying into Queenstown we were greeted by The Remarkables, snow covered, towering behind the airport and crisp snowy air.
We jumped into our hire car, put on Justin Berber, made a beeline to the supermarket, filled the car with food and headed off to find the cabin. A wee bit terrified.
Before we headed out toward Cardrona we drove into town to say hello to Queenstown. Beautiful lake, bustling street mall, bare trees, warm shop lights, cold, exciting.
With brave hearts and Justin Beeber, our backing track, we headed off to find our cabin. Up the Crown Range, down into Cardrona.
Up on a little ridge, snuggled into a private corner of rugged high country beneath the beautiful Cardrona snow covered mountain we found the cottage. Complete with a little creek and forest!
Our little hearts relaxed. Safe.
The house. Perfect. Cosy.
We filled the fridge.
Lit the fire.
Unpacked our clothes. Set everything ready for an early morning skiing adventure.
Cooked a yummy dinner. Could it be that the food tasted better down there?
Snuggled watched a DVD. Dare I tell you that I pulled out my knitting? Okay, now in heaven!
He he, I’ve knitted since I was a little girl, I recall at primary school someone calling me Grandma! In fact I quite like crocheting too 😃.
Precious memories, when I was pregnant, the evenings after work, comfy on the couch with my feet up, knitting my daughters baby blankets, but I diverge, today I’m wanting to take you skiing with us.
The next day, beautiful blue sky, perfect!
Not sure how it would work, but with the knowledge they had a childcare centre on the mountain, off we went.
It took us a little while to figure it all out but finally I got my little girl, with all the ski gear she needed, checked in and safe and sound in the hands of her instructor, Lorna. My brave daughter, so cute decked out and ready to hit the slope.
Me, I was now free to ski my heart out! Quick, to the snow!
The icy cold on the chair lift, alive. The cold air whipping my face and filling my lungs on the way down, happiness.
Tired, I love to find a quiet spot in the sun on a pristine patch of snow, nibble on almonds and sultanas (or vegemite crackers or chocolate), surrounded by sparkling snow, mountain fresh air and a sea of snow covered mountains. Easier to remember to breath up there?
I headed back to the resort to have lunch with my little girl.
We filled our tummies with warm food and then out we went to find the sleds.
He he, now that is fun, sledding with your four year old! Sore stomach!
Then it was time to return her to the daycare, more learning how to ski on the little slopes.
Back to the mountain for me.
Since then we’ve found a snow covered mountain every year, jumped into our snow gear and kicked on our ski’s.
My little girl came up with me on the mountain on our second trip, on the chairlift at the end of the day, I have a video of her zooming down in front of me, no poles, like an expert!
The last three years she’s spent whole days with me, no lessons. Just us and the mountain (and chairlifts of new friends).
We have named the little monster that sometimes appears, the abominable snowman. She usually appears if the slope looks too steep or hunger or fatigue sets in. But before long the little abominable snowman is laughing again after she’s been fed or fired snowballs in my direction.
We’ve built snowmen and given them sultana and almond features.
We’ve enjoyed hot chips and meat pies in the warmth of the mountain cafes.
The days finished snuggled warm in the cottage in front of the fire.
Always sad to say goodbye to the mountain and the cottage.
’til next time.
Have a wonderful day!