I don’t know about other people, but winter, especially after the Christmas madness, I tend to fold-in and turn introspective (Although I’m sure if my husband gets to read this he’ll say “but you’re always introspective Dean!)
Can you blame me? Coming from a tropical country where it’s warm and sunny everyday, of course, we do get the grey clouds too, especially when it rains, but it never lasts unlike here in England.
The the changing of seasons, while it is beautiful, always has an affect on me. I try to ride it and just go with the flow, mindful that the greyness and drabness isn’t permanent, that it’s only temporary. You would think that after almost a decade of living here, I’d be an expert now. I think though, I’m getting better, my skin is thicker.
And it isn’t really that bad really, while January is awful, here in Cornwall, even though it’s only the first day of February, I can see evidence of spring coming already. The bulbs are slowly coming up and the days are getting longer. We no longer drive T to her gymnastics class at 5pm in the dark.
The bright days are coming and the thought of it makes me feel giddy! The flowers will bloom soon. The trees will get their leaves in abundance back. All the colours, different hues will spring everywhere. What’s not to like? Are you excited too?
I think Winter is slowly inching its way in, nudging Autumn on the side. The air is chiller now and our windows are always framed in frost. It does paint a pretty picture though, especially when you have a lovely view of the country outside.
And since it’s the first week of November, I’ve been seeing a lot of posts about Christmas already. I must confess, I do love Christmas and everything that goes with it. At the moment though, I’m thinking, this is happening way too soon as if someone has pressed the fast-forward button. I need it to slow down just a little bit. While I love decorating the house up in lovely Christmas lights and all that, I shudder at the thought of the madness that happens up till the 25th of December.
I’ve also been busy raking leaves in our garden. I go out bundled up in my thick coat and wellies, complete with wooly hat, gloves and a scarf. After raking for some time, I find myself peeling off the layers. Raking makes good exercise. I’m glad I talked my husband out of buying good rakes instead of a leaf-vac, so far, the novelty hasn’t worn off yet.
In other news, we’ve finally managed to book tickets to see Matilda in London this December. This was actually included in my summer bucket list but we didn’t get around to going. I’m glad we’re finally going to see the show since I’ve only heard great reviews about it. Also, we’ve never used AirBnb before, but decided to give it a try for our night’s stay in the capital. Hopefully it will be a good experience for us. Now all we have to do is book Doc into a kennel and we’re all good.
I’ve been listening a lot to Rickie Lee Jones again, and I can’t seem to get the song “Autumn Leaves” off my head. I love, love, love the bass in the this song. I know, not exactly cheerful is it? I need one that will make me think of sunshine and warmth.