Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lushness of the Tennessee countryside.
Sunday, January 12, 2014
I'm beginning to get cabin fever.
Today the sun shone brightly and warmed my face, it felt renewing.
I spent time cleaning the potting shed, and organizing the last boxes of Christmas decorations, all neatly tucked away for another year.
Wiping away winter dust.
Dried winter roses saved for wreath making.
"Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so."