Winter

Winter

Winter is when I want to retreat to my burrow. The garden becomes inhospitable, but often beautiful to look at from indoors. Simple things please me when it is cold outside. A cup of hot tea is, in winter, sustaining in a way it isn’t at any other time of year. To be in the warm and look out at the cold and wet is a pleasure. So, I will make a burrow where and when I can.

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