I Know it’s Winter Because…

“Every winter,
When the great sun has turned his face away,
The earth goes down into a vale of grief,
And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay –
Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.”
~Charles Kingsley
, 1819 – 1875  English priest of the Church of England, university professor, historian and novelist.

I know it’s winter because yesterday I had my annual flu injection.


via Wikipedia

Here in New Zealand these injections are free to all over the age of 65 and anybody with a life threatening condition.  So I made an appointment with the GP and went along for my shot.

I was greeted by a nurse who introduced me to a trainee nurse and asked if I minded Melissa being there and would I allow her to administer the injection.

After asking how many she had administered before I was met with a beautiful smile to be told that she had been a ‘body piercer’ for 13 years before beginning her nursing training.  There followed an interesting conversation on body piercing and oh yes, I did get the shot.

I know it’s winter because sweaters, scarves and umbrellas are the order of the day more often than not.

Woman in sweater

So much younger

The children are all muffled up against the cold as they walk past the house on their way to school.

They look absolutely miserable, whether from the weather or just simply because they would rather not go to school, who knows?

I know it’s winter because the heating is on every day now.  While we don’t have the extremes of temperature that many places have, it does get cold here.Fire alight

And it rains and the wind blows so it is great to come into a warm house after walking the dog, or grocery shopping or whatever.

I know it’s winter because  Lotte doesn’t want to get out of the warm bed in the morning.

Lazy Lotte

Too cold to get up

She looks so comfortable on my bed and only gets up when I move her so I can make the bed.

She does get more alive when the lead is produced, or the car keys come out and she know/thinks it’s time for a walk.

I know it’s winter because I can walk along deserted beaches with only Lotte and the gulls  for company.

Gulls on beach

Photo - Bill Peters

The beach in winter is usually deserted apart from the seagulls and us.  I can spend hours just looking at the distance and thinking without any disturbance from other people.  On occasions I see nobody else in the hour or so that I walk the beach.

I know it’s winter because I have time to sit beside the fire and read some of the books that have accumulated in the pile during the summer months.  And Pile of booksbecause I can’t get out into the garden I can spend some blissful, uninterrupted time with my books.

The weeds are growing apace with the rain that seems to fall constantly and it is so warm in here with my cup of tea

“Brew me a cup for a winter’s night.
For the wind howls loud and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I’ll toast our bright eyes,
my sweetheart fair.”
~Minna Thomas Antrim, 1861 – 1950, American writer

I know it’s winter because my son can have his fill of “Mummy’s Soup. 

Bowl of soup

via Wikipedia

Since he was a little boy he has told everybody that nobody makes soup like his ‘Mummy”.  So in winter, when I go to their house I take some soup. Enough for him to freeze and take to the office for lunch. 

Isn’t it great how we can still please our children so very easily?

And because as Percy Byshe Shelley asks “If winter comes can spring be far behind?” I am posting my favorite rainbow knowing that spring will break through the gloom and rain and the world will awake from its long sleep once again.


My rainbow - looking forward to spring

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire:  it is the time for home. ” ~Edith Sitwell, 1887 –  1964  British poet and critic.

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14 responses to “I Know it’s Winter Because…

  1. InsideJourneys

    Isn’t life interesting, Judith? Here you are getting ready for winter and we’re getting ready for summer (and the heat)!

    Winter’s the best time to go to the beach.

    The flu shot part made me smile. Several years ago, I had a doctor who belonged to a group. Usually, I got to see the same doc but one day I went for my annual checkup and a new doctor came out. He was tall and handsome looked wet behind the ears.
    He’s so much younger than me, I thought. I’m not going to have him examine me! For a few moments, I contemplated asking for a reassignment. Then my sensible self said, get a hold of yourself. In spite of his age, he definitely knows more than you!
    We had a pleasant chat that day but when I returned for my next checkup, he had moved on.


    • Mother used to say you knew you were getting older when the doctor and policeman look very young. I was recently given a speeding ticket by a young cop who looked as if he should be at school with my grandsons. Oh well.


  2. I never think about the seasons being different across the globe. Spring is just setting in for us in Pennsylvania.


  3. What beautiful photos! I love winter, because of all those things. It is coming on summer here now and I dread our heat–30-33 C every day. It becomes tiresome. At least we don’t have to shovel snow in the winter.


    • Thanks for dropping by again. Today the sun is shining so I will walk further afield with my little dog.
      We don’t have the extremes of weather here – no snow where I live and temperatures rarely get above 24 or 25 so as the say ‘the living is easy’.


  4. Very nice! But how was the jab from the piercer?


  5. Winter is my favorite season (you already know that). I had to say that because I miss it already. We have been having cold and rainy days here with a few sunny ones. I had a fire in the stove just the other night and for the last month I have been wondering if that night’s fire will be the last. Soon the heat will be here and we will spend our mornings at the beach and all my boys will be happy! I would love to hear more about the soups you make.


    • Hi Jenny. Soups usually start with a base of potatoes sweated in butter and paprika and then I add whatever happens to be around. Leeks added to this with stock – a fabulous leek and potato soup; some mushrooms and stock or my favorite ‘clearing out the fridge soup’ that is any vegetables that are left in the vegetable bin before I go shopping. This was a regular Saturday lunch for my family and sundry others who just happened to be passing at lunchtime. A blob of sour cream added to any soup lifts it out of the ordinary I find.
      Do try the mulligatawny soup – there’s a link to the recipe on my blog – https://growingyoungereachday.wordpress.com/2011/04/02/gardening-and-other-pleasures/. If you like soup this is one worth trying.
      By the way I dropped of Mummy’s soup to my son at work today – the receptionists knew I was coming and asked whether I had brought enough for them.


  6. Your dog is sweet! I think we need the recipe for that soup!



  7. Having just come through a long winter, I can’t think about winter with fond thoughts right now. But that’s why I love having seasons, something I missed in San Antonio. After the heat of summer and the beauty and busyness of fall, the winter will come again for us, and it will be a quiet time of reflection. There is something to be said for each season, isn’t there!


    • Hello Susan. Yes winter is a quiet time wherever we happen to live. I love curling up with a good book at the fire or lately, since I have found this blogging world, reading through my favorite blogs with no demands to be outside tidying the garden.


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