By the Nizamuddin rail tracks, a gaggle of children warm themselves on a chilly night by burning scraps of wood.

While one storm after another blasted huge drifts up against the house and barn, we kept warm inside burning our own wood, eating our own apples and loving every minute of it.

The warm weather is rapidly approaching and it's time to collect kindling from the nearby wood and order firewood to dry out for the winter.