The past couple of posts have been fulsome in their praise of spring and flowers and warmth and light but I didn’t want to let winter recede too far without saying that it has its own joys. Here are some things I like:
Violets always remind me of my grandma, who loved them. I have a winter birthday and mama would always make me a posy of violets, with a ring of leaves around the flowers, for my birthday.
Then there is daphne, that fantastic smelling shrub. Nicky has one in her front garden. They are renowned as being difficult to grow (here anyway), but they are so worth it.
Frost – I was going to the gym a week or two ago and the lawns were white – crunchy to walk on and the air very crisp.
The dark nights are good especially if you have warmth and light – a fire is especially lovely…
Then there are the trees without their leaves, naked in the cold air, but they have a beauty and stillness.
So, in spite of the pleasure of moving towards warmer days, winter isn’t so bad either.