Those of you in America (and maybe some other places in the Northern Hemisphere) have been enjoying the snow this winter, but since it just came to the south of England, I’m right in that sweet spot of being ultra-pleased that I look out my window and see a winter wonderland! And not a slushy gross gray one, either. Just white. Lovely.
Yesterday we took a walk into the village to run some errands. It was strangely quiet, probably because the snow hadn’t managed to cancel school, so there were no kiddies freaking out on the common, sledding and whatnot (or as I’ve learned that the English call it, “sledging”. On a “sledge”. Hm.).
The back yard and garden is particularly delightful.
And lest I forget: mittens! Mittens are the way to go in the cold. I’m a firm believer-that toasty warm air circulating around your fingers is the absolute best. Marisa, if you’re reading this-my dearest Canadian friend-these are the ones you got me 3 years ago! You are the best. And these mittens are the best.
Jon isn’t nearly as pleased with the snow as I am. He’s mostly just cold.
Although the snow has already begun to melt a little bit, it’s still pretty cold and hovering right around freezing, with forecasts to continue doing so for the rest of the week. Personally, my fingers are crossed for more snow. It’s just so beautiful! Too bad the country comes to a standstill when any of it falls. Like, even an inch or two. It took Jon’s dad three hours to get up to London yesterday because the trains were essentially broken! I just don’t get it. I understand that it doesn’t snow much or often in the south of England, but it usually snows a little bit, and I don’t know, just spittin’ ideas here, but maybe it shouldn’t shut down all rail and road travel every time? Every year?
Oh well. This weather was made for cozying up with a cup of coffee and a good book. And so I shall do.