Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
Every year I look forward to the cooler months of autumn and winter. As we come to the end of another long hot summer I always start to think how nice it is going to be when the temperature drops a little and I will able to get back into wearing something ‘with sleeves’ . . . and the girls and I will be able to go for longer walks again without fear of Molly ‘overheating’ (and me having to carry her home) . . . and we can spend our evenings cuddled up on the couch together, all warm and snug in front of the heater . . .
And then the cooler weather finally does come in, and I pull all my jumpers, jackets and scarves out of the wardrobe, and the air is crisp and clean and fresh, and it’s great. For about a week. And then I start to remember that I never actually really liked the cold weather much. (Or ever.) I have even moved cities (and countries) because I didn’t like the winters. Sigh.
But there’s always a silver lining. Tomorrow is the winter solstice (Australian Eastern time)—the shortest day of the year. Yay! That means it is downhill now all the way to Spring . . .
So until then I am going to do as my Maudie does—find a cosy spot (and my own hot water bottle) and hunker down to wait for the return of the warmer months.
It’ll be nice to not have to wear ‘sleeves’ again . . .