I love winter. The intimacy of it – snuggling up, cosying down, huddling together.
I love scarves and tights and gloves.
I love Christmas, New Year, Valentines Day and my birthday.
And then comes spring…that first glimpse of sun, the lifting of the soul at the sepia glow of sunlight on trees….my spirits are lifted and I pack away the gloom. Another season of my life is ended and stored to memory. Here comes the summer sun…..