I am imagining my life warm, dry, silent and prickly like this landscape. 

When I live in this, my house, my brain is as uncluttered as my modern surroundings,

allowing me to not go crazy

picking up endless little socks off the floor,

scouring the corners for lost wee, metal race car,

and endlessly being interrupted

but everything or anything that appears to be life threatening... 

to my dear, dear children.