There’s something very unseasonal about today’s snow.  Isn’t today the kind of day we should have when writing Christmas cards, decorating the tree and pouring yet another glug of brandy over the cake?   Bing Crosby singing ‘White Christmas’ is still ringing in my ears, as is that other song by another American crooner I can’t put a name to who sang ‘Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow’.  A new year, not to mention a new decade, has put me in a detox frame of mind, full of great intentions and forward planning, though I seem to have time travelled back to Christmas!

But in spite of my protestations, everything is looking magical and I want to be ten again when I first read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.  My world has become Narnia overnight, with branches laden with snow brushing against your cheek and a such an amazingly irridescent glow from the snow that even Farrow and Ball would be hard pressed to find a name for.  I’m going to enjoy every minute, because by tomorrow today’s snow will have lost her virginity and been ravished by traffic and tramping footprints.

But I’m one of the lucky ones.  A warm house, a fridge full of food, and as I write, electricity.  Lets not forget those on their own and what better time to catch up on all those friends we haven’t spoken for awhile and check they are ok?

Marigold xx

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