No, this isn’t a post about the movie, which I don’t actually like that much btw, it’s a post about the weather. I woke this morning and looked out at the back garden which was still bathed in moonlight. “hmmm, frosty then” I thought to myself, and trundled off to the bathroom. Please bear in mind it was about ten to six and I’d had about five hours sleep (although when I finally got to sleep, it was five good hours).
So I’m in the bathroom, and I look up at the window (it’s a huge velux jobby) and I think, “hmmm, that looks a little more like snow than frost”. I think little more of it until I’m in the shower and am convinced that it does look more like snow than frost (as frost makes this wonderful pattern on the glass). I finally get dressed and decide to stick my head to the window on the stairs and think “hmmm, the road looks awfully white all of a sudden, perhaps it has snowed”.
Going out to start the car to let it do the hard work of defrosting and my rather perplexed instincts in the shower were correct, we’ve had snow again. It’s not much, it’s a fine dusting of the hard round type, you know, the one that looks like someone’s dropped a huge bag of polystyrene balls all over the place. Oh well, it’s not like it was a month ago. Still, everything looked very pretty, even though it was pretty dark out.
This is yet one more reason why I love living in our little village.
