One can embrace one's woollen attire once more, with a scarf or pashmina wrapped artfully about one, woollen tights and faithful boots to keep one warm. Why, my dear late mother's cashmere comes into its own at times such as this, light yet eminently layerable and warm, oh so warm. Those woollen hats that have taken concentrated effort to produce in a plethora of colour combinations and styles, come out to dazzle. Bliss my dears, such bliss and oh, so much easier to pull one's wardrobe together during this cold season.
''Tis, however a difficult time of year for birds therefore we save some of our orchard produce for the birds to nibble on plus enhance their feed with fat, seeds and the like to ensure they make it through the season. A most enjoyable sound they do make as they twitter away and a delight to be able to count the variety of visitors to our humble country home.
My dear antipodean dwelling twin is enjoying temperatures of 30 plus degrees more than dear old Blighty and I am sure they are delighted as I am with their weather. Shorts and poolside living no doubt to the fore for them. Well, dear souls, I am off to check the larder to ensure a plentiful supply of
rib sticking winter foods are in abundance for our hunker down. Take care......
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