I should, I think, embrace the cold as a welcome hiatus in the relentless exuberance of the natural world, always thrusting and growing.
But I really don't. Instead I pine for summer. Some tea in the garden with friends or family dinner at the picnic tables. The snow is happy to gather there instead.
But I really don't. Instead I pine for summer. Some tea in the garden with friends or family dinner at the picnic tables. The snow is happy to gather there instead.