Big Bob, the largest tree in our small forest, ©voyager, all rights reserved
Conditions in town are still too dangerous for walking so Jack and I set out for the forest again and had a quiet, contemplative walk in the sunshine. I can finally see that the sun is climbing higher in the sky and even though it’s still cold the air carries a promise of spring. This is the time of year that I get the most frustrated with winter. I’m fed up with heavy socks and leggings and just plain tired of hats and scarves, mittens and boots. Why is it that the shortest month of the year always feels like it’s the longest?
Big Bob is handsome.
I’d prefer a proper winter weather or actual spring to the wet snow and ice. February is supposed to have the coldest weather in winter here. Nothing’s more miserably cold than wet socks.
We’re tilting more and more towards Sol Invictus.
Brown corduroy trousers, I’ve got a pair like that.
I love Big Bob, a very handsome tree indeed!
I can understand being fed up with all the winter clothing, I really don’t like to dress in layers. One layer is ideal for me.