Snow

Ah, I wish it were true - oh that we had snow.

Tis not so.



Its not a regular occurrence in my bit of England and it still causes quite a bit of excitement...
Traffic delays.
Days off school.
Falling on bums.
Wet gloves on radiators.



Slushy snail-greyish sludge is what we Londoners expect from time to time - its something else to moan about as we trudge, sleet in our faces, past the scarcely-moving traffic, to and from work in the mid-morning late-afternoon constant winter twilight.

Proper thick crunchy sparkling blanketing soft soft snow - now thats a different matter entirely. That particular translucent eerie quality of light which - filtering through the curtains - declares snowfall, that still evokes a childlike anticipation and delight in me and mine.




I guess rarity increases value.



It happened last February and I posted about it then so do go look if you want to here and here.


And for this winter - we'll just keep hoping....