If it’s Monday it must be snowday. There’s no business like snowbusiness. Sat in the shed gazing out at the relaxing sight of snowfall, the flakes dancing around in what must be a gentle breeze. Inside it is quiet.
I must say it is about time we got some snow. Other parts of the country have been hit with it over the last few weeks but not us. I don’t think it is going to be megadeep but at least everywhere is white.
John has joined me and is sitting at the other desk sporting his headphones doing stuff. We are at peace. Outside the temperature and covid rates continue to drop.
I ventured into the allotments. Nobody around which comes as no surprise. There is just a big pile of scrub where ours used to be. It wasn’t a good plot. Shallow topsoil and overhung by trees. The other week I noticed three blokes in hi viz jackets looking at it. I imagine they were from the council discussing what to do about the scrub. Best thing would be to burn it all really. The potash would be good for the soil. Mind you there could be the odd shopping trolley under that lot. I know not. Also could be hedge hogs.
Had a productive enough day. I try not to do too much 😉
The skies are grey again. I noted that around lunchtime they had turned blue. Although I like blue skies (get my thinking?) I also like the grey where the clouds are laden with snow (get my drift? 🙂 ) I don’t really mind the skies that are filled with rainclouds. What I don’t like is just interminable cloud cover without it being accompanied by associated weather which is all too often a feature of the Uniteed Kingdome at this time of year.
It is observed that in the newspapers today Lincoln is positioned 302nd out of 380 in the rankings of worst places for covid with 137 cases per 100,000 population. I am not unhappy with this though my thoughts do go out to those worse off obvs. Will we ever get to zero? At what number or combination of infection rate and vaccine rollout numbers will it be deemed safe to stand again at the bar of the Morning Star. How does one work that one out. We are told that here in the UK we have some fiendishly clever boffins so someone must have a clue.
The lights are on in the kitchen. Signs of life. Anne is being wonderfully productive during this locked down state. She likes to get out and do stuff with friends but as you know this is denied to all of us so some of her creative output and energy is going into cooking. I am fortunate in having some lovely healthy salads available at lunchtimes. I am lucky to have her 🙂 xxx
Now starting to get dark out. The garden is very bright with its covering of snow. Now playing Abbey Road…