I’m stealing a phrase from Nina at Ornamental — I’m taking in the bare bones of winter. The trees are naked, the skies are mostly overcast, the foliage is brown and beige. I walk the dog in solitude. It is cold and wet and muddy. Even though I’m not a huge fan of tea, I find myself making cups of it in the afternoon to warm myself and, if you can’t tell from this post or from my disappearance for a few days, I’m really tired. Just tired. It may be a consequence of my age or of the season but it is probably both.
I hesitate to wish the winter months away. They are precious days like any other. Perhaps I just wish for a full night’s sleep. When I get one I’ll let you know.