All very well for you, is all I have to say – yakking away about blossom while at the other end of the world, any self-respecting blossom is lying doggo while grey skies spit freezing rain and miserable bloggers huddle in their jumpers and try to ignore their icy ankles. (This blogger left her ugg boots at home when she upped sticks and transferred to Sydney for a couple of months.)
I shouldn’t complain, of course. Should I. This is nature in all its glorious diversity. Yeah, well… And anyway, I’ve already had my annual winter moan. If I were A Good Person, I would rise above it and go Tra-la Tra-lee, Di-ver-sit-ee! No midday heat? Oh what a treat! But I am not A Good Person. Although I will try to be better tomorrow, when it might have stopped raining.
Meanwhile my sister is back in hospital, which is a good thing in the circumstances but a blow nonetheless, and might also be affecting my attitude to blossom and the day.
A friend of my daughter’s has a dog called Blossom, but she’s not very Blossomy unless you include Venus fly traps.