I got a bunch of daffodils, wrapped up in brown paper, when we went shopping this morning.
I put them just above my desk, and then had to smile when I saw that each flower had its own natural brown paper wrapping.
And then I curled up in a chair in the warm house with a treasure from today's foray into second hand bookshops in Melbourne.
I've lived in Ballarat five years now, and this is the first time I haven't felt a little sad to leave Melbourne and come home to Ballarat. Maybe I've finally settled in.