I was thinking on Wednesday, my first day venturing out after being cooped up in the cottage with the wretched cold from hell, that perhaps I could start stowing the woollies. WRONG.
One sunny day came and the temps. slowly climbed up into the lovely 60's - I dashed to the grocery store, in non-wool clothes, for soup making and healthy baking (prunes and apples) items, and I grabbed the loppers on my return and did a little 'haircutting' on the buddleia bushes in my garden and my neighbor's.
One seems to have unbridled energy once almost over a debilitating head cold (why a fast cure for something so ordinary has never been discovered is baffling). Just getting outside, within reach of Nature's newness emerging green and bright from the dark, leaf strewn Winter earth, makes me feel healthy again.
Do you feel like that after all these cold months just watching the garden in its deep and silent sleep?
One sunny day came and the temps. slowly climbed up into the lovely 60's - I dashed to the grocery store, in non-wool clothes, for soup making and healthy baking (prunes and apples) items, and I grabbed the loppers on my return and did a little 'haircutting' on the buddleia bushes in my garden and my neighbor's.
One seems to have unbridled energy once almost over a debilitating head cold (why a fast cure for something so ordinary has never been discovered is baffling). Just getting outside, within reach of Nature's newness emerging green and bright from the dark, leaf strewn Winter earth, makes me feel healthy again.
Do you feel like that after all these cold months just watching the garden in its deep and silent sleep?
Anyway, the wool sweaters, warm leggings, snuggly socks, scarves and hats are still at hand, along with the Winter coats and jackets, and of course the tall boots. Woollies and layers will be worn for a while yet.
It's cool again, even very cold at night........we still light the fire most evenings, and then fill the hot water bottles, in their soft cashmere 'sweaters', to cuddle. I truly love mine, especially for my cold feet!
The beautiful thick natural wool I purchased in the
Falkland Islands on my way to Antarctica - no wonder
sheep don't feel the cold!
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