“If winter comes can spring
be far behind?”
from Ode to the West Wind. Percy Byshe Shelley
Here in the antipodes we are in the middle of winter. In fact as Christina Rosetti’s carol has it, it is the Bleak mid winter here. The past few days have been bitterly cold. Oh not as cold as it gets in Montreal or Glasgow but cold for us. Most days the temperature hasn’t risen above 12 degrees Celsius (about 53 degrees Fahrenheit). And I don’t like the cold; nor does Lotte.
And today I spent six hours with a friend who has just discovered a large lump in her breast. We went to the hospital for a barrage of tests and then to the specialist, who just so happens to be the surgeon who operated on my lump. So apart from being cold it was a miserable day in all respects.
The one bright spot, another friend cooked dinner for me.
So now after this grumpy post I am going to take myself off to bed with my book and a cup of tea. And perhaps a Lemon Treat biscuit to cheer me up.
“No matter how dark the night we know that
whatever happens the sun will rise tomorrow
and then all the shadows
will be chased away.”
Judith Baxter 1938 –