We seem to have gone from crisp autumn days to a winter wonderland in only a couple of days. The temperatures are well below freezing and there is a thin coating of snow glistening on the sloping windows of my workroom. More snow is forecast for later in the week and I’ve been ransacking drawers looking for missing gloves and hats. I’m glad I got everyone kitted out for winter early this year – even if certain unnamed children think that wearing winter boots to school isn’t cool and skip out of the house and into the snow in their trainers when I’m not looking.
The days are getting shorter. I took the photo above just a little after 3 in the afternoon and the shadows were already shooting sharp fingers across the fields. I’ve been lighting a fire every afternoon, so that the house is cosy for the children and my husband to come home to. They come in with rosy cheeks, bursting with the events of the day and are glad to sit and warm themselves. They wait until they are toasty before trooping off to their rooms, closing their doors and doing whatever it is that teenagers do. I relish the few moments of family togetherness before that happens.
There have been years in the past when the snow arrived in November and stayed till March or April. Other times we have waited until January for any substantial falls. I wonder what this year holds in store. It’s certainly got cold early, but the forecasters seem divided on what that that could mean. I’d be happy with a long snowy winter, just as long as I don’t need to drive anywhere much. An excuse to batten down the hatches and hibernate is always welcome.
Is that antisocial?