So Christmas is finally over.
Technically we should have removed the decorations a few days ago, but we sort of forgot. It’s amazing how even after a few days, things become part of the scenery and you don’t notice them any more. That’s the way it was with the decorations. It wasn’t until one of the ceiling streamers fell onto the guinea pig that we realised they were still up.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or not, but now that everything is packed away and the house is back to its usual scruffy self, the weather seems to have become warmer. Is there a correlation between mean daily temperatures and the decor in this house? It wouldn’t surprise me.
I’m not a winter person. I hate it, to be honest. Its only redeeming feature is that it is followed immediately by spring, which is my favourite time of year.
Spring seems to be showing its face particularly early this year. Already the snowdrops and the daffodils are showing, and the sap is rising in the trees. Even the birds seem to be friskier than usual.
One of the few things I do like about the winter is our weeping birch. This is a magnificent specimen tree at the best of times, but in winter it takes on a different aura.
We floodlit it.
Not a very good photograph, but it was freezing at the time, and I wasn’t going to hang around.
You must admit – it looks nice and mysterious. The little statue fountain adds to the mystique. Looking out on that scene is one of the little pleasures of winter.