This morning the sky is
the most amazing vivid blue. It's a little bit cold (numb tips of fingers/end
of nose cold) and there is the tiniest suggestion of steamy breath. Ah, yes,
winter is waving at me from the distance, humming away to itself as it prepares
for its four month stint starting around June.
Instead of moaning about
the cold I am going to be positive.
What I like about winter:
1) Fires. Pot-belly
stoves. Our friends Loopy & Sam not only have a working fireplace in their
lounge but a kick-arse pot-belly stove in their kitchen which warms up their
whole house. In the middle of winter we often visit on a Saturday night, make a
huge curry and don't leave till late Sunday morning.
2) Stripey scarfs. I think
I'm going to need one - the walk up from the carpark to Uni can be likened to
battling one of those wind tunnels, and its only March.
3) Chicken Soup and crusty
bread.
4) Pouring rain on the
roof when you're all wrapped up safe and snug inside.
5) Skiing! Tried it for
the very first time last year and fell in love with it. My butt hasn't made its
mind up yet.
6) Squishy jumpers. Some
cool khaki bootcut cords (I know the exact ones)
7) Netball for the first
time in twelve years. I don't even mind running round in the rain in a short
skirt.
No doubt I'll do my fair
share of moaning when winter really gets here, but why not start on a
optimistic note?
