The first months of the year have flown by and thanks to a broken laptop (never keep your cuppa near your laptop, folks!), writing deadlines and a couple of snow days, I’ve been unusually remiss with my The Year In Books blog posts. Still, less time on the laptop has meant more time with my
Every February, we declare a Snowdrop Sunday, searching out swathes of snowdrops in one grand garden or another. It’s one of my favourite days of the year, filled with the promise of spring.
Snowdrops ‘Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know what despair is; then winter should have meaning for you. I did not expect to survive, earth suppressing me. I didn’t expect to waken again, to feel in damp earth my body able to respond again, remembering after so long how to open
Thank you winter, for the misty mornings & the snowy days, for the cosy woollens, the open fires, the steaming mugs of tea & the candlelit evenings.