DECEMBER - "And ye, beneath life's crushing load..."
... whose forms are bending low, who toil along the climbing way with painful steps and slow, look now! for glad and golden hours come swiftly on the wing. O rest beside the weary road, and hear the angels sing!" Edmund Sears - reflecting on war and peace Happy Christmas! Today, Friday 20th, is a classic December day - the sort without snow or frost. Yes, it's cold, 5° c, but not that cold! Having just returned from walking the dogs, I'm ready for my cup of tea! That moment when I sit down in the kitchen, kick off my boots and wiggle my toes before exchanging the boots for shoes is sublime! Especially on a December morning! Someone said that there is no unsuitable weather for walking - just unsuitable clothing. True - yet - and here's a big yet - a walk is less tempting on a dreich day! I'm on the dog-walking rota here so I feel a sense of duty rather than pleasure on such days. No point in pretending - the electrifying moment between boots and shoes and the sense ...
