Chilly mornings

I totally misjudged the weather this morning and was surprised by a lattice of ice on my windscreen as I hurtled out of the door – on the last minute as always. Actually, though, I found that I wasn’t at all annoyed by being made a couple of minutes late for work – I really took pleasure in the curling twists of ice as they tumbled down the screen in front of my ice scraper. It felt like winter has finally begun to arrive.

I’ve missed it – the frost I mean. It hasn’t felt right to watch my roses blooming for the second time and purple penstamons nodding their heads outside my window against a backdrop of red and gold leaves. I know the snow was hard work last winter and the frozen water pipes were a nightmare but……… I do find myself thinking a little wistfully of the snowy white garden this time last year, and the crisp walk through crunching snow glittering in the sun last Christmas day.

I’m not complaining – well not much – but I do wish that the weather would stick to it’s proper place and not keep trying to pop up in the wrong season. It’s just a little unsettling and makes me feel out of kilter. So I welcomed the frost today and was glad to get my cosy gloves out for the first time this autumn. And – just in case – I moved my snow boots onto the shoe rack. Well – I don’t want to get caught out!

 

Leap in the dark!

Well – here goes………

Inspired by reading the blog of one of my daughter’s lovely friends, I thought I’d have a go. So here I am!

I’m feeling very brave, and not a little nervous, at the prospect of doing anything as whizzy as setting up my own blog, and yet it’s happening. I’ve made it as far as this point and I suddenly seem to be blogging!

I suppose that the best place to start is to tell you a bit about myself and why I think I may want to write anything that anyone else might want to read (although it seems a little crazy just at this moment).

I am a very ordinary, middle aged mum with all the joys and burdens that go with my age and stage of life. I have a fiendishly busy job in education, 3 grown up daughters who I love to bits and 4 edible granddaughters – all of whom I also love to bits. I have hair that disappoints me daily as it deteriorates steadily into unmanageable grey fluff and a body that long since lost its vigour and shape, and disappoints me about as much as my hair. I am short, a touch on the plump side, maybe a little forgetful  - but there’s still life in me yet. I love to read, walk my silly dog and I’ve recently allowed myself the pleasure of joining a weekly art class. I think that’s enough about me for now – there’ll be plenty of time for more if I’m going to be blogging regularly.

What I wondered was just how many people out there might just fancy reading the thoughts of a fifty something grandma on the net. I knew that I would – so maybe someone else would too.

I’m actually feeling very technical and funky already this weekend because yesterday I tried something very exciting on my new phone and spoke face to face with my daughter and granddaughter up in Scotland! It just seems awesome to me that I could hold up a little phone in front of my face and see what was happening so far away. Of course, the conversation of a two year old is limited and I think she may have been as awestruck as I was because we didn’t get much past ‘Hello Grandma’ and ‘Hello my darling!’ for quite a while. We did eventually progress to a discussion on poo and a quick look at the book she was reading, but the best part was the kiss on the screen! What a brilliant start to what will be a very busy weekend for me, writing reports. I can only say that one Grandma and one little girl 300 miles away both went to bed very happy girls last night!