Why is the Wizard of Oz on my mind, other than recently seeing a rather nice pair of red shoes recently which I think is always a subliminal need for ruby slippers (in the book they are silver, so assume I am talking film here). I sometimes wonder if I am too influenced by Technicolor and that is why I like bright colours? I do wonder why sometimes real-life seems not quite so bright.
Snow is beautiful, white clean snow is an amazing sight. There are few things as pristine as a snow-covered lawn just before the herd of cats decide to run around in circles on it.
Snow is also wicked, it is cold and wet. It leads to hypothermia and death for those who are unable to find warm shelter. It makes life difficult for animals to find food. For people driving on the roads it creates huge danger and as public transport grinds to a halt it makes an everyday journey suddenly a huge task. For people whose balance is not great, such as me, walking on pavements becomes a tricky thing as I negotiate my way trying desperately not to fall over. I wish I still had that childlike wonder for snow when the worst that could happen would be the School would close for the day. I don't remember them closing that often though in truth.
So at the weekends when I do not have to travel, when I can light the fire and keep warm I watch the snow with wonder and feel amazement at its beauty.
and then it is gone, the sun is shining before the rain returns again. I have not been able to garden for over two weeks now, I am looking forward to getting out there and looking for signs that Spring might not to too far away.