... it's no secret that I prefer my weather on the cooler side.
I look forward to Sydney's too-few-and-far-between cold days. Days when I can be free to indulge in the art of being warm.
I love building a fire, the making of it, the getting and keeping it going, the poking opportunities. I love it when the room is gloomy, that's when the bright, dancing flames look their best. The hissing song of burning wood, the smell of woodsmoke.
I love dressing up warm, the weight of a proper jumper, the snuggle of the layers. The bliss of warm woolly socks, tucking toes into eiderdown slippers. Gloves and scarves in bright colours and soft yarns, I welcome the excuse to wear them.
Then there's the soft alpaca rugs, the woollen lace shawls, the snuggling down with a good book and a couple of cats. One of those cats always tries to get onto the lap under the rug or shawl.
I love going to bed when it's cold, wriggling down into the doona, being thankful Mr Brown is, in actual fact, some sort of human furnace.
And food, cold weather food is so much nicer than it's summer counterpart. Long, slow, fragrant cooking. The opportunity to have dumplings with your stews and braises. Soups, wonderful hot, chunky, vegetable soups, I relish the opportunity to set one to simmering on the stove. And a proper baked dinner, humming away in the oven, warming the kitchen end of the house.
Clearly I was made for cooler climes, how did I end up here!
I look forward to Sydney's too-few-and-far-between cold days. Days when I can be free to indulge in the art of being warm.
I love building a fire, the making of it, the getting and keeping it going, the poking opportunities. I love it when the room is gloomy, that's when the bright, dancing flames look their best. The hissing song of burning wood, the smell of woodsmoke.
I love dressing up warm, the weight of a proper jumper, the snuggle of the layers. The bliss of warm woolly socks, tucking toes into eiderdown slippers. Gloves and scarves in bright colours and soft yarns, I welcome the excuse to wear them.
Then there's the soft alpaca rugs, the woollen lace shawls, the snuggling down with a good book and a couple of cats. One of those cats always tries to get onto the lap under the rug or shawl.
I love going to bed when it's cold, wriggling down into the doona, being thankful Mr Brown is, in actual fact, some sort of human furnace.And food, cold weather food is so much nicer than it's summer counterpart. Long, slow, fragrant cooking. The opportunity to have dumplings with your stews and braises. Soups, wonderful hot, chunky, vegetable soups, I relish the opportunity to set one to simmering on the stove. And a proper baked dinner, humming away in the oven, warming the kitchen end of the house.
Clearly I was made for cooler climes, how did I end up here!
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7 comments:
You've almost made me excited for our impending winter!
Almost...
Beautifully written post my dear!
And the photo is the perfect accompaniment.
;o)
- Lee
It was like listening to a Joni Mitchell song.
I love all that. For about a week. Then I'm over it, and I long for the long, hot days of summer, flip flops and tank tops, swimming pools, fruit salads, and a tan.
UK, good, though I suspect your winters are colder than anything I've EVER experienced.
Lee, thanks, and they are the the very picture of the art of keeping warm.
Cookie, ta indeedy.
E - I enjoy summer, for a day or two, right up until it gets HOT.
I'm with you on the winter thing. Given the choice I'd go for Spring all year round, of course, but in the battle between winter and summer, winter wins hands down.
Uli, I'd rather like it to alternate between Spring & Autumn, with a dash of Winter, because I like a bit of the cold.
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