It is, of course, snowing. Ro left for work before I was up, as usual, but was home again at 10. He'd stared glumly out of the office window, decided it was not getting better any time soon and he's now working from his armchair. It wasn't snowing here at that time, but now it's really looking rather pretty.
Fortunately, I have nothing in my diary for today, so am catching up on some office work. I have no make-up on. As the phone rang before I'd washed my hair and I had to bring the phone down to look up something, I haven't been able to face the cold of my bedroom to shower since. I don't have in a contact lens. I am dressed, at least.
Al says that the seed order has arrived at the shop, which is very exciting. Though I'm not sure that we'll grow so many vegetables this year. We were thoroughly discouraged by the rabbits eating all the beans last year and now the garden is rather full of pheasants too. Assuming Dave and I get our lovely wall built in the Spring (still up for that, David dear boy?) we can net in the rest of the veg patch, but that won't keep out the seven hen and two cock pheasants who so enjoy roaming the Sagacious Acres. I wouldn't dream of discouraging them.
Anyhoo, what I have in mind is to mostly plant squash and pumpkin plants, because they cover the ground and the fruit is highly saleable, and can all be harvested together, along with a few things I really want, have mostly cucumbers in the greenhouse with just a few tomato plants, and to grow lots of seedlings for sale. Veg seedlings, that is. I used to do flowers in the days before I got so enmired in practicality that I virtually stopped growing anything I couldn't eat. Time was, I used to grow flowers for cutting and I did flower arrangements for the house every week. I can hardly believe it.
It's snowed in every month since October, you know. I can't remember that ever happening before.