The winter chill bites at this time of year.
Frosty mornings, piercing winds.
We tread warily in the mornings for the ground is icy.
We are bundled in layers of puff, wool, scarves and gloves.
I leave an extra five minutes to melt the frost from my windscreen before we leave for school.
We light the fire early in the evening, we gather around it.
But....spring is coming.
Ridiculously pretty blossoms garland the skies.
Singles, doubles, pink, white - speaking the language of hope, anticipation and joy.