Most of the decidous trees are completely bare. Except for the apple in the front yard which seems to lost none and the quince which has a few quivering yellow leaves hanging from the top branches. The season seems to have turned though. Even if mornings are is still cold, it is no longer dark when I leave work at night and although it is well and truly dark when I get home, somehow the commute is less grim. Maybe it's that short extra patch of daylight boosting my mood. And watching the sunset from the train.
I like the blue skies too. Winter blue seems to have a shimmeriness to it. Almost as though it's a little bit more transparent - less certain of itself as a colour. And the trees - we are beginning to see buds and new growth. This is from a week or so ago. And last Thursday when I was coming back from town, the outline of the elm trees in Royal Parade was quite lovely. It won't be long until we start to see blossom. Winter feels like it has gone quite quickly this year. Almost too quickly. Who knows, maybe I will decide that summer sucks, what with getting bugs in your eyes and all the other trials of the heat and start looking forward to winter instead?