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I want some nice weather, not all this horrible hot stuff

TheCatWoman

I want snow, lots of snow, I want icicles dangling from the eaves, I want to be so cold at night the air rings like the after note of a bell, I want to see the stars in all their glory, I want to have blankets on my bed, lots of them, even if it's cold enough a duvet. I want to wear jumpers and thick socks, I want warming winter soups and stews. I want the energy thats so intense I have to run up and down stairs a few times to get rid of some, I want the deep sleep that comes with not being overheated.

I know for may of you this will be anathema, but I can't cope with all this hot, the letheragy, the sleeplessness, the sweating, wondering if Fearn will overheat when we go out for a walk, the smell of BBQ's that make me feel sick.

I miss the sound of wind and rain, not storms but normal wind and rain.

Parents

  • Just wait, it will come.

    These are from my living room in January. 

    And a few years earlier, my stream came close to flooding my neighbours. 

  • in reply to Robert124

    It's snow, but not proper snow, I mean deep white fluffy stuff, I love walking on new snow, hearing it crunch and squeek underfoot.

    I love watching cats and dogs encounter snow for the first time, a cat I had many years ago, would dance with it, old penny sized flakes fell and tickled his ears and he tried to bat them away and ended looing like he was at a rave, all he needed was a bit of Faithless. Cats often look really offended that their gardens gone white, they tip toe round the edges shaking the snow from their paws, they look really offended when it melts and what they thought was burried is exposed.

    Dogs will often run around barking at snow and seem to like playing with it, catching snowballs etc, thier faces when the "ball" they've just caught melts in their mouths is so funny.

  • in reply to TheCatWoman

    I love a bit of snow, but my mother hated it.  She was born in rural south eastern Poland, where they had real winters and people really suffered during harsh winters in the 1920s and 30s  Snow was several feet deep and people had to dig themselves out of their homes in the morning.

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