Snow

I am currently sitting in the conservatory, with the sun streaming in through the windows.   The sun has risen enough in the sky to shine above the large shrubs in the back garden.  So we have sunshine all day, except when it is overcast of course.  And on those days one still feels like hiding under the duvet all day.  But today it is a glorious day, a little chilly outside, but a day for walking and basking in the sunshine, in the conservatory.

Last week it snowed.   I love the magic of snow, the whiteness against the steely grey skies.  I know that snow is inconvenient as it disrupts life, the streets clog up with stationary cars, trains stop running because the snow is too wet and the pavements become slippery when the snow ices up.   But there is something about a good fall of snow that causes great excitement, and we all want to go out and walk in it, and children love building snowmen and sliding downhill on whatever they can find.   

On the day in question last week I drove to Bromley early in the morning to collect Bobbi and Jezzie, and to take Isabel to school.  The roads had been gritted so no problems driving there in our lovely car with its heated seats.

Emma had just left for work, leaving behind a snowless spot on the road.

But sadly for me, but happily for many, the snow only lasted a day, unlike other areas in the UK.  Today it would appear that there will be no more snow this season.

And the gorse is beginning to flower in the woods.