foggy

But at least no more snow and ice.

Truth is, I don’t really mind bad weather all too much. Sure, a heavy rain on a cold day is never nice, but foggy with a soft drizzle is still beautiful to me. I actually stopped three times on my way to the barn this weekend to take pictures.

With a fulltime office job in winter I only really get outside on sundays and I relish every minute of being out in the light (however dull the day) and the fresh air.
And the funny thing is, that the duller the day the brighter the little flecks of color still left everywhere appear to be. We went out riding in the woods and there was all shades of brown and bright mossy green and I regretted not taking my camera.

You see so much when you start looking.

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trips to the country

So much better than rubbing shoulders with half the city doing the christmas shopping in stuffy shops.



And so much better to get into the quieter, cosier mood of the christmas season.

Warming up inside with hot tea and a hearty meal after a day of thrift store shopping and adventuring.


Life doesn’t get any better than that.

Straight off the farm, meat from happy pigs. Had I stayed for dinner, I might actually, probably have eaten that: