Although it's not up for negotiation, I have often considered that Christmas would be better placed at the end of January. The mild early winter weather hasn't been in keeping with those snowy scenes on the Christmas cards we send to each other; good King Wenceslas' deep and crisp and even snow hasn't materialised. The build up to Christmas day is supposed to be filled with fun and festivities. I can't help feeling that the neglected, miserable months of January and February would be better filled with such festive spirit. Once Boxing Day is over all talk of Christmas is shelved for another ten months, with the tree and decorations looking like leftovers from an abandoned party. It often seems to be that Christmas has been tidied away well before the brunt of the brutal winter weather has hit.
While the days may be technically getting lighter, the dark still grips tight and won't let go without a fight.
Yes, I am quite aware of how many pictures of dead weeds I take. But, my, they're so beautiful.
Sophie
