There’s a scent of snow in the air today. I went out into the garden early this morning, and it was sharp, and mixed with the sweet, aching aroma of jonquils and violets.
And according to the Weather Gods at BOM,* we may get some actual snow here on top of the mountain this weekend. Rapunzel’s may be a smidgen too far down to get any, but hopefully just a little way up from here, there might be some midwinter magic.
So, with hot choccies in our mitts, we’ll be burrowing deeply in our hobbit-cave, and peering out the windows of the cottage, to gaze at the snow-skies. It’s a day/night for open fires, warm, smoky jazz, and a pile of reading. The Moon-girl wants a Harry Potter marathon these hols, and the weather is a definite inducement.
Before that reward, however, I must get through a pile o’ work.
But first. The linkies…
I adore tiny houses, and my absolute dream would be a vardo-style wagon. This gorgeous soul has built her own wee dream here. As an aside, the presenter of this show bears an uncanny and distracting resemblance to my youngest brother, both in looks and demeanour. Anyway, one day, I really want to build something like this in my garden.
This poem, ‘Good Bones’, by Maggie Smith, (not the actor of the same name).
Lila Downs, Y La Misteriosa En Paris (live)…infectious, vibrant, joyous. Love.
And strictly for cat tragics like myself, the wonderful Aleister “The Bat” Von Teese (Dita Von Teese’s Devonshire Rex cat) on Instagram.
Wishing you a brilliant weekend! xx
*Bureau of Meterology.