It had to happen – a post about the weather - specifically about the winter cold. Are you ready…?
I love it. There is nothing I like better that the ‘snapped rubber band’ ping of air on my cheeks, or numb fingers slowly and achingly thawing out. I like red runny noses, watery eyes, high colour and seeing my breath.
Cheeks reminiscent of a ruddy Prince Edward are a small price to pay for the brisk, crisp, chill of a frosty morning. And my, oh my, doesn’t PN do it well. It is a daily joy to behold the dusting of icing sugar over the lawn and I always give in to the temptation to goose step across it grinning at the immensely satisfying crunch.
Last winter in the 09, we had a single day waking up to a frost. One day in the entire season (such as it is, in the winterless north). My motives for the move south are many and varied, but I would be lying if I said that anticipating a quality winter freeze wasn’t part of the allure; along with finally being able to utilise all the hats, scarves, coats, gloves, and boots that I have accumulated (impractically) over the Auckland years.
So I’m not apologising for failing to join in all the whinging and miserable shivering that is taking place on streets and in workplaces all over town - smell that wood smoke, enjoy a vigorous shudder of cold, tuck yourself around with an afghan and put on the minestrone soup…
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Lovely. Where are the pictures?
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