No snow

While the U.S. is buried under a huge pile of snow, it is still unseasonably warm here. We eat breakfast in the conservatory and it’s not uncomfortable to leave the doors open so the dogs can charge wander in and out while we scoff our porridge.
I feel kind of cheated, I mean, we live as far North as it’s possible to get on the British mainland and even when we’ve had snow, it’s been far worse farther South. How does that happen?!? (Actually that was a rhetorical question, technically I have a little understanding why it is, something to do with the Gulf Stream and living on the coast but emotionally it makes me want to stamp my feet).
Snow maintains a magical quality, probably something to do with years of conditioning in response to clever marketing of perfect Christmases and crackling log fires and very little to do with the misery I imagine many are living with somewhere on the other side of the Atlantic right now.
When we lived in a city, snow was especially beautiful as it threw a clean (well initially) blanket over all the grime and tatters; here it adds to the view, making everything picture perfect.
It’s the perfect weather for us knitters, spinners and weavers too. We can snuggle down and knit/spin/weave away to our hearts’ content and when we have to leave the comforts of central heating, don the scarves, hats, sweaters and gloves that we have been dying to show off all year (unless like me, you just can’t wait so end up sweltering in a fair isle in July muttering about how wool is supposed to be temperature regulating).
So until the mythical Arctic Freeze arrives I shall content myself with a photo from some time back.


2 thoughts on “No snow

  1. Cate

    We have snow here in Newfoundland too, and this is just the start: we’ll have it for six months. Our winters last until June and spring is non-existent, thanks to the ice-cold Labrador Current swooping down from the Arctic. We’re on the same latitude as Paris, four hours from Heathrow and three hours from Kennedy. When we lived in Dundee for seven years at the same latitude as northern Labrador, I never even needed winter boots. We laughed at what the Scots call winter. We adored Caithness. I could have stayed there forever. You’re lucky to live there.

    1. weavingheart Post author

      Very lucky I believe, i would hate to miss out on Spring, that sounds like a bad deal. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.


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