Friday, December 20, 2013
Bah, Humbug . . Tis the Season
Well, let me first acknowledge that it does look pretty. But by the time there are 10 centimetres along the hilly, twisty route we will be driving to the ferry this morning, the snow will probably be turning to rain for a mushy, messy unpleasant surface everywhere. The forecast includes some "freezing drizzle" which will turn that wet mush into an icy mess, and since the temperatures will hover either side of freezing for the next few days, even walking will be treacherous. On our little island, at least, the treacherous roads will,nonetheless, be quite pretty, with lots of white snow left on the trees, the icy sparkling everywhere should the sun show up at all, and if I strap my Yak Tracks on, I may be able to get around without too much slipping. . .
But Festive? Not feeling it at the moment, people. just give me a few hours for some Bah Humbug grumbling. Perhaps when we're back in our house, looking out at the slate-grey ocean, shores and mountains outlined in white against a darker grey sky, the fire burning brightly by the cozy armchair. . . Perhaps I'll acknowledge again that the white adds something to the season. . .
Meanwhile, if you're on the ferry this morning, you'll recognize me: I'll be the one knitting like a fool and muttering Bah! And Humbug!
And you? Is the weather where you are conducive to a Festive pre-Christmas weekend or is it better suited to hibernation? Or, if you're an antipodean reader, are you setting off for a picnic on the beach or a barbecue in the garden? Cheer me up, people, or put me in my place with tales of weather elsewhere. We're off to see if the back lane has been cleared, and whether the steep hill leading down from it has perhaps been sanded. . .