Brrrrrrrr! It's bone-rattlingly cold
as I write this blog post.
But here's the thing. I LOVE Winter;
when all the festivities are over and it's
time to hunker down and wait for Spring.
Is that just me (because everyone I talk to
hates Winter!)?
But I think my love for it comes from living for so many years
in 45ªC heat which let m tell you gets really tiresome after a while.
But I think my love for it comes from living for so many years
in 45ªC heat which let m tell you gets really tiresome after a while.
Here's what I lover so much about Winter:
* cashmere comforts
*crispy pages of new journals awaiting
my scrawling handwriting
* optimism and excitement
* weekend lockdowns when it is deemed perfectly
acceptable to hibernate like a bear and to refuse
to go anywhere or see anyone
*the sight and smell of new books and magazines
waiting to be devoured and savoured by a wood-burner.
* lazying and grazing (I am good at this. SO good! I am
sure I was a cow in another lifetime!)
*cold frosty walks that rattle your bones and teeth
but which give your cheeks a nice healthy glow that
you can never replicate with make-up.
* hot, indulgent drinks that welcome you
back home
* big scarves
* cosy coats (that hide a multitude of sins ;-)
* pom-pom hats that are acceptable to the over
40's when brain freeze is imminent
* the crackling sound of logs burning
* reflections
*the darkness and stillness of early mornings
* hot, homemade soup
*the smell of freshly baked bread (why does
my mind always go back to food?)
* the desire to want to learn something new
* double rainbows
*thunderstorms whilst safely tucked up inside
* that feeling of nothing needs to be done (after the
madness that was December)
I love it all.
Is it just me that loves mid-Winter?
Would love to hear if you like Winter or are
hanging on by your Chanel painted finger-nails for Spring.
xxx
