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.
Nothing says fresh start like a blanket of untrodden snow. It’s so rare for us to have a proper snowfall, and yet December brought two, each time transforming the local landscape into a Narnian wonderland. After two days of sledging, snowballs and angel-making with the children, on the third day they returned to school and
‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:’ -Shakespeare (Sonnet 18)