Well, dear souls, I ventured forth late this evening to open the garden gates at the entrance to our small estate to find, after a stormy day, that we had a light sprinkling of snow across the gardens and a small drift upon the front doorstep. The wind is still making itself known, and carries that cold crisp
air that has the country dwellers amongst us raising our noses to the air and sniffing, before declaring the imminence of snow, although on this occasion such a declaration was null and void such was the evidence laid out before mine eyes. Thankfully, 'tis but a mere sprinkling and one hopes most ardently that this is all that we shall see, for whilst 'tis-pretty, for those amongst us required to go about their professional toil, it can be a little tedious to say the least. As I write, I sit up in my bedchamber snuggley ensconsed in a lusciously warm bed awaiting the safe return of the male guardian from his professional toil. I must confess, my dears, to never resting before he is safely home, which can, it has to be said, lead to some rather long and tedious hours of waiting followed by some very short hours of rest before we repeat the cycle once more. No matter, for his safety is paramount and one can only relax when he is home. I do so hope you are all safe and sound during the inclement weather, dear friends.
No comments:
Post a Comment