Breakfast time!
Or the onset of dusk, to anyone else, ha ha...
It's 10.8 degrees... the "Feels Like" temperature, however, is 3.3 degrees...
It's no wonder that little See is darting from the relative warmth of the house doorway to the platform where breakfast is, and then back...
Back and forth... ha ha...
She did stop long enough to ask me why she can't have an electric heat pad in the house...
Okay, how do I talk my way out of this? Ha ha..
Umm... We don't have an extension cord long enough to reach...
She gave me "That" look, she's learnt that from her mother, ha ha, and left it at that.
I can tell she's not entirely satisfied with my answer... ha ha...
If the false Spring that we get towards the end of the Winter is anything to go by - roughly two weeks of glorious sunshine and warm days, before the snows return to blanket the back hills and plunge us back into miserable cold, then this cold blast, hopefully, will also pass, given time.
Fingers crossed...
Actually, hang on, I'll have to go and hold my fingers in front of the heater to warm them up enough before I can cross them, ha ha...
A fortnight from now, after there's a been a decent dumping of snow, the sun will come out again, and the little mountain streams will turn from trickles to torrents.
The leaves, here, will turn gold and purple and I will stand in the pale shadow of a tree, and shiver slightly in the cool air, and I will think of you and how good it would be if you were here, with me.
But you will not be, such is the tyranny of distancing.
(I know, You saw what I did there, ha ha...).
🙂
