I’m finally back and with plenty of news, like the spam message from a certain rabid news corporation in the US which was (unsurprisingly) shockingly written. For now though , go visit my first of two reblogs for today. First up is Andrea, whose blog deserves a lot of love thanks to its evocative photography and subject matter. A haven for all those wishing to appreciate the simple joys in life.
February is the fag end of winter. Though I love this season, this is the point when I’m ready for spring, for light, for warmth. This is the point at which the cold and dark tires me and I trudge through the days simply surviving. When it is no longer as easy to connect with that self I find in the rich, dark dreaming. I have woken up, but rudely. February is the alarm that wakes me when I’m not ready to wake, interrupting a peaceful sleep. It is the truculent moment when I haul myself out of bed before I’m ready, to a day that I’m not looking forward to. A transition time, but not the lazy transition of summer into autumn, or the barely perceptible change from autumn to winter. February is hard work.
This is the time of year when winter can seem harshest. It is usually our coldest month and the short…
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