Monday, 17 January 2011
Cold and Comfort
It is wet this morning...again. The endless rain has reduced to soft drizzle blending with the mist which blankets the garden and softens the view from my window. Lamps are lit and the heating is on as comfort is the order of the day. A mug of hot chocolate in a Christmas-pressie mug helps to cheer a little before I start filling orders, but I am beginning to long for those crisp January days we usually have here in Cornwall - you know the ones: crystal light, bright blue sky and zinging yellow gorse in the hedgerows, the sea sparkling, the river reflecting the blue above ... sighs deeply.
Instead we are kept indoors by the cold, wet weather. Dave and I have resumed our ongoing chess tournament, though we haven't played too many games as yet. I love this part of the day when time allows for it to happen: children quietly - hah! - playing, Dave just home from work, a glass of something lovely in both our hands and a match underway. Such a nice end to the work day and a calming beginning to the evening (right up until the Isabella bedtime furore that is).
Slowly, slowly the snowdrops are growing taller, the buds fattening and revealing that pure white I so love when set against the sap green of the markings withing each flower. Such a shame the dark light makes for poor photos isn't it?
A stolen moment which proves it isn't only the younger children who love their cuddles!
What do you do to chase the cold away? x