IF THIS WINTER WERE A SOCK

If this winter were a sock …I would throw it away.

It does not keep me warm.

It no longer brings me joy.

Yesterday was horrible – blowing ice and snow and ice filled branches at gale force. The deep rain then deep frozen sheets laid huge under my boots.

The temperatures hurling themselves about – no cohesion or seasonal logic.

It is the wind. We have had, and still have today, wind at spring force with low winter cold.

It is a tasteless, medieval, misery of a winter.

Even my jacket has quit and has gone to the barn to sleep with Piglet.

Celi