It is about this time every year that I get a sort of stir crazy. It's not that I have been confined to the house for any length of time; far from it as I have been out every day. usually twice a day, in fact, walking the dog, on top of all those other excursions to such exciting places as the supermarket and the doctor's surgery. But it is at about this time that I suddenly wonder, did I really walk through the woods in shorts and t-shirt with sandals on my feet? Was it really only a few short months ago? And will it ever happen again? I get so accustomed to swaddling up in a thick coat with hat, scarf and gloves and wellies on my feet that it really doesn't seem possible that summer will ever come again.
I don't think I would want to live in a place where it's summer all the time; that would just get boring. One can, after all, have too much of a good thing. And I'm equally glad that I don't live somewhere like Finland - or Winnipeg. I've been watching the weather reports for Winnipeg - it just happens to be the last place in the "Rest of the World" list on the back page of the paper - and they have endured temperatures well below freezing, as low as -30 Celsius, for weeks.
Oh well, warmth will come again and in the meantime, I must just look at some of the photographs I have taken in warm weather, like this courtyard in southern France where we bought some wonderful wine direct from the producer.