There might come a day when I grow tired of sharing frosty pictures...but it might not be for a while! Something about crispy, crunchy ground never fails to make me contented. I went home to visit my mother for her birthday and we walked the dogs in the morning, or more I lingered trying to picture every moment as my mother marched on leaving me behind to do the dangerous speed-scamper across the ice to catch up. It was, as ever, beautiful.
I feel like today I have run out of words. I have spent my whole day at the library, typing endless dull and meaningless words and now all my meaningful words have run out, or are sulking or something. I'm sure they'll sort themselves out by tomorrow. Plus, who needs words when you have mulled wine, a hot water bottle and a bath bomb from Lush in the shape of a snowman?
That's me settled for the evening.