“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” John Steinbeck
This morning the air was thick and quiet. We slept for hours longer than we should have, we stretched our tea drinking out until our bladders were bursting and we socked our feet until our wellington boots couldn’t fit.
Eventually, Jon, Bramble and I ran out into the snow covered vines. We removed clips from the vine wires, we threw snowballs at Bramble to catch and we fell over and into endless snow bumps.
We came home to a hot fire and mugs of green tea from the ever lovely Whitney Marie (also the lady responsible for the title of this post) before speeding to the post office to send a Tin Cup Vintage typewriter to Singapore.
Tuesdays aren’t bad, at all.