This wasn't the post I was planning.
My family were supposed to be turning up today for a week, but Dad just rang and cancelled because they're trapped at home by snow. So I'm not in the hurry I expected to be. I was out with the dogs at the crack of dawn, walking over the snowbound fields under pale blue skies, with a bastardised Tim Minchin lyric spinning round in my head.
It's my life
And it's fine
It's where I spend the vast majority of my time
It's not perfect
But it's mine.
I've spent a week with friends I love dearly: mostly writing: walking in snow, seeing the dogs dance with joy. I have no words for how beautiful the world looks from here.
5 comments:
That's lovely, Janine! You'll have post Christmas fun, I'm sure.
I was thinking of you this morning, watching the news - and being v v grateful I'm not sleeping in an airport at the moment!
Every time people try to visit me it provokes a blizzard. What is the weather-god trying to say?
;-)
Ohh, the god of Winter is hiding round the corner, he wants you all to himself :)
That makes me a Terry Pratchett heroine, doesn't it? :-P
Love the eye candy, Janine.
I get the feeling you are content.
That makes me happy, Janine.
Have a contented Christmas.
xoxo Mad
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