We all need our cardigans and coats during the winter and we do need our scarves for the windy mornings when losing heating from the exposed skin gives the impression of a even lower temperature.
Once I heard the oriental people have that specific shape of the eyes because of the reflected light of sun on the sun, which along many centuries made them look as being squinting all the time. Here we had no snow this winter, so no worries about becoming a Chinese-looking-like, but now snowman or uncomprehensible anouncements on the tube: "customers are asked not to bring snow to the station".
Maybe London is becoming warmer. There is a new exhibition in the Museum of London about this matter, it is called "Weather Permiting" and there is a picture of fair winter scene: boys throwing snow on each other nearby Buckingham Palace and a snowy Queen Vicotoria monument were quite intriguing if we look at our typical winther in the last decade: no trace of snow at all, if there was some in London last year it was twice or thrice.
Our last summer were pretty wet, with just a few really hot days which really deserved to be called "summer day" and now the winter, though expected to be rigorous, had just a few days in December and February cold enough to freeze the balls off the brass monkey: throughout the season we had nice sunny days with mild temperatures.
All winter days were perfect for a cup of tea as I reckon the spring and summer days will also be, it is the wonderful English effusion love, as it is definitively not a matter of how cold it is.
I do love the winter mornings, almost always dry and inspiring, so beautiful that any of my occasional sorrows could resist to a deep first breath of its thin and delicated air.
Again the trees have leaves and the long days are coming back, slowly the hibernating time that is winter gives place to the hope and brightness spring conveys in its flourishing power.
