Every Winter I've ended up curled up in a ball on the sofa, heater blasting, watching terrible daytime TV and moaning about being cold.
Well, not this year. I have realised several things. Firstly, I need to harden up. This is Adelaide, it's hardly the Arctic. Adelaide winters are kind of damp and enervating, a little bit soul-sapping. A bit like I imagine a London winter must be like. It doesn't snow, our water pipes don't freeze, leaving the house each day should not be a challenge. Secondly, I have a high-energy toddler now. Sitting inside every day, while she bounces off the walls around me, is not an option any more.
So, what am I going to do about it?
I pledge to leave the house if it isn't raining; to find something every day that's good about winter; to limit my complaining; to not let winter get me down.
So today, SP and I played in the garden and then went for a walk. We saw clear blue sky with high drifting clouds, we heard the swish and crunch of pusher wheels and feet in bright autumn leaves. We gathered late white iceburg and pink carabella roses and penstemon and made a scruffy, unkempt bouquet with them, and we were treated to a spectaular sunset where the whole world seemed to blush.
Little edit, because I forgot to mention these people earlier, but I must mention posts from Hazel Dene, Veggiegobbler, and Fat Mum Slim who are all thinking along similar lines to me as we Aussies head out into the cool of June :)