I got up to thick fog. My carer came in sunshine but by the time she went it was thick fog again and has been all the morning. Just looked out of the window and the sun is shining again - so off to eat my lunch and then hopefully a walk.
By the time I had eaten my quiche and salad and had a cup of coffee the fog had drifted in again and it was that sort of cold, clingy fog -- December fog I suppose - so I have given up the whole idea. I don't move at a speedy enough pace to withstand the onslaught of that sort of cold. I am getting plenty of exercise answering the door bell to the post lady, collecting the Times from the letter box, putting yesterday's papers and used envelopes inthe blue bag, taking a couple of tins round to the dustbin. As long as I keep doing this kind of thing I shalln't seize up altogether shall I.
Looking out of my computer room window at my garden - bathed in winter sunshine now I have decided not to walk and it is dusk- there is still some colour. There are self-sown antirrhinums which are here and there where they blew and almost all yellow (a couple of red ones I see - heaven only knows when I had red ones in the garden) and they are still out everywhere. I shall leave them and they will hopefully come again next year. There are two or three heucheras still out with varying leaf colours and a couple of purple perennial wallflowers in that familiar purple. Down the side of the garden every Osteospermum is still covered in bright pink flowers - what good value for money that plant is.
It is at this time of year that the evergreen shrubs come into their own and each a different green from almost yellow to very dark green and how pleasing they are too. And on the bits I am able to get up to all the Spring bulbs are poking through - not far through but showing their tips and shouting to the world that they are on their way.
There is not all that much to be cheerful about this Christmas is there? Apart from this awful Covid which keeps changing its coat to try and catch us out, as always there are tragedies. Yes, not that it makes any difference whether it is Christmas, New Year or any time of year - but somehow it seems more poignant at Christmas doesn't it? Four little boys - two sets of twins= burned to death in a house fire, children enjoying a bouncy castle special for Christmas blown thirty feet into the air and four of them killed and others very seriously injured, someone stabbed to death on a London street. Was it always like this or has it got worse?
I shall try hard to keep cheerful. Poor old AJ pulling out of the final of Strictly because she has badly torn ligaments so only two in the final tonight. I badly want them all four to win they are so good it seems a shame to choose.
Take care, keep warm and cheerful and keep up the blogging. Many bloggers like me live alone and you are all my company and Christmas cheer so let's enjoy each others virtual company.