Oh my! After seven days of turgid grey, look at that sky! Glorious, glorious sun and blue. YuM!
In between washing loads, I knit … time for the sleeves … more provisional casting on … such a detailed pattern to follow but everything comes together so precisely as written that I approach each new step with excitement.
We eat blood oranges (some more strangely than others!) … one of winter’s lovely features … and declare that we will not move inside until the sun goes down.
Of course it does. Everything that was warm becomes cold and damp to touch. Those autumn leaves which stubbornly hang on until spring’s green buds push them off burn with the orangey-pink sunset. It’s time.
Time to retreat to the warmth of a lamp lit home. Cosy sofas. Bubbling stoves. Slippers and drawn curtains.
Ah but we have been so well fed by today’s sun that we greet the chilly, frosty night stretching out before us with good cheer.