A Long Cold Winter...

[poliphilo]

There was a report in the paper a few days back that the arctic swans have flown in from Siberia and this means it's going to be an extra long winter.

Bloody swans!

I don't know exactly what the temperature is today but I'm wearing fingerless gloves and thinking I may need to add a body warmer to the ensemble.

Tell you what would be nice: a roaring fire of applewood- like they have in this book I'm reading- the first of the Merrily Watkins series. And how about something hot to drink- not tea or coffee but something in a bowl with a roasted crab(apple) floating in it?

If it weren't only October I'd be thinking of putting the seasonal protections up- by which I mean the Christmas decorations. 

Comments

[cmcmck.livejournal.com]

Definitely nipsome, innit?

When all aloud the wind doe blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I'm told it's 9 degrees- but it feels colder. This damp carries the cold into your bones.