When the holiday pages in the paper promise winter sun, it is true that I sometimes dream of baking on some faraway island just now. But can I be honest? I think there is no better winter sun than our own home-grown variety.
Today was a beautiful day in the valley. The snows had passed and Saturday was a grim day of rain and cloud, good only for staying deep inside the house. But inevitably a day of storms is followed by a day of sunshine… and, in the depths of winter, by hints of spring.
I love the fact that each season contains at once memories of the past and hints of the future, alongside the vitality of the present.
I trust you have your paperwhites planted?
