Yesterday I cleaned house, well just downstairs, as friends stopped by for tea which actually became just a glass of champagne and my almond cookies as they were heading to dinner with other friends. Later I was at the theatre for a stage production I'd rather not discuss - I so dislike these modern plays full of cursing, swearing and worse! My season ticket may not be renewed. Later, arriving home in really lovely weather, a low half moon clear in the sky, I prepared myself for what I hoped would be more than the predicted dusting of snow, one to two inches on awakening today was hoped for.
Yes we did have heavy snow falling for a couple of hours early today. No it didn't accumulate as hoped for. There was no wandering about in a backyard winter wonderland. Zero crisp, fresh snow changed the green and brown landscape to pristine white. Armed with my camera aimed at hungry birds and squirrels on the feeders, perched brightly on snowy branches, scuffling about on the snow-covered ground, never happened.
Instead, I stayed in the kitchen and crunched down on a rather delicious toasted English muffin, smothered in butter and Scottish (the best) marmalade. It was crisp, it was comfort food. . . . . and I needed comforting.