It's called Winter

The pic above shows the view that met me on arrival at work today,snowy,cold and rather beautiful. Whilst working I heard several people on the radio talking about the weather here and the floods happening in Madeira in tones that could only be described as ominous,"we must do something to stop all this calamitous weather resulting from global warming/climate change". Now whilst not exactly decrepit I am nonetheless able to remember various other periods of inclement weather in the past, the equal or more of that we are presently experiencing....am I alone in remembering it is called ...Winter?

spring?

Family OTW have been back for three days now and I feel the nasty effects of jetlag slowly loosening their grip on me (not on baby Princess OTW however). I think the whole process has been helped by the rather pleasant early spring weather we are having.There is not much more beautiful and soft than an English spring morning, a day to count my blessings.

Spring is in the air.

Vinogirl and Grandmother OTW spent yesterday in Napa pruning the vines after their winter rest,spring is definitely here and the vineyards are coming alive with the promise of the explosive growth to come. I spent the day messing about in the sun on the pooter,looking at various houses here abouts that I am interested in,whilst all the time thinking of returning to England next week. The thought of stepping back into the colder weather of late winter is not something I'm happy about but the arrival of the latest family OTW member in a few weeks time is all that really matters....spring will then be truly sprung!