A Ramble in the Snow

Winter has arrived.

Winter has arrived.  And with it a short cold snap followed by snow – lots of snow.  But it hasn’t stopped Partner-who-loves-tea and I from having a daily walk whenever other things allowed.  

The first snowy day gave us a bitter wind; the second was very slippy underfoot; the third allowed us a walk in perfect conditions.  Gentle snowflakes flopping down and snow on the ground; the sort of snow that makes excellent snowballs and snowmen.  I’m sure there is supposed to be an Inuit word for that sort of snow. 

Sadly there aren’t many young children in our neighbourhood so there wasn’t a single snowman to be seen but the coating of snow on the trees was just perfect.

A Week ‘Off’

Partner-who-loves-tea has a week of working from home – no student appointments, no teaching and no clients.  So I have taken the liberty of interrupting her most mornings for a chat over a coffee and word game.  This is the life!

Amarylis

Last year one of Partner-w-l-t’s students gave her an Amarylis.  I had never really taken to them before but I thought that one was gorgeous so this year we invested in a couple more from Aldi.  Excellent value for money.

In addition, the instructions for keeping last year’s bulb and having it re-flower were followed and the original one has once again brought forth some superb blossoms. Since the instructions were easy it looks as though we could have three of them again over next winter.

Postcrossing

Sending postcards continues whatever the weather and I thought I would show you how pretty our local pillar box looked in the snow.  However, what I ended up with was a classic example of how not to take a photo.  If your objective is to show the little white cap of snow on top of the red box don’t take it from a position where there is a white van in the background!

The Binmen

Well done to our binmen who were out and about in the snow – not a pleasant job at the best of times it was made even worse trudging through the snow.  Sadly our bin didn’t get emptied though.  The side roads are too slippery for the lorry – especially as ours is a cul-de-sac and the wagon has to reverse all the way down, between the parked cars.  I foresee many weeks of bin bags piling up despite their best efforts. 

By the way – my Spillchucker has gone politically correct on me and rejected the word binmen.  It didn’t give me an alternative but presumably I should have said 'refuse collection operatives [sex unspecified]'.