Here, in the uk, seasons are slightly more discernible - a cool damp spring sliding into a probable cool damp summer with a brief glorious warm bit which then suddenly transforms into a russet and orange coloured damp autumn followed by a long slow cold and damp (occasionally snowy) winter.
(the sky this morning at 9am, bleugh - just bleugh)I do miss the sun during winter when the endless grey sky is just that - endless, it can get quite depressing. I long for spring. I want to see buds on the honeysuckle, leaflets on the rowans, I want to see snowdrops quietly filling the dark corners of the garden.
Eldest and I went for a walk in the late afternoon yesterday- not planned to leave setting out so late, but as ever we'd been distracted. Wrapping up warmly (but not warmly enough to keep out a bitterly cutting wind) we set off up on the lower hills which border the valley our village nestles in. I'd chosen this route as it has been the least muddy recently but a night-full of rain and springs full to bursting had made the long meadow an interesting backwards sliding trudge as we made our way up it.
So, as a reward, yesterday evening - I chose some alpaca wool from my stash and am knitting myself a slouchy hat - keeping both the fingers and mind busy and me happy :)
Cacoon in Alpaca select - 'tweed' and 'charcoal' by La Maison Rililie
Think I shall go and put the kettle on - hope your Tuesday is full of sunshine 🌞(how ever you make it/find it/hug it/hold it) xxxxxx