Early Sunday morning, just on time, Winter decided to arrive. Despite the forecasts of an unusually warm Winter this year (and I will admit it’s really not that cold yet) it seems that the season has arrived this first week of June, just as it should.
Being back in this neck of the woods where I grew up conjures the Winter’s of my childhood – muddy boots, foggy mornings, bare trees, grey days, pregnant ewes. The hum of potato harvesters through the hills is replaced by the drone of chainsaws on firewood collecting duty and you can feel that distinct chill in the air and know that snow is falling on the mountains.
Our little farmhouse is warm and cosy, thank goodness, I quite like the Winter months…if my home is a warm cosy nest. Mittens, boots and scarves have been pulled out while we hibernate, and the wheelbarrow treads a very familiar path from the woodshed to the back door over and over to keep the wood supply stocked.
Living in a climate where we really get to enjoy the four very distinct seasons is a treat don’t you think? Hope you are warm and cosy wherever you are welcoming Winter this year.