Thursday, 6 November 2014

First frost

Misty. Damp. Chilly, rather than bitingly cold. The first frost of the year has visited, befogging car windscreens and prettifying foliage. It’s not a heavy frost, but it’ll do for now, and I dearly hope it’s a sign of things to come. We need a good, hard winter – one that calls for scarves and bobble-hats rather than umbrellas and galoshes.

I want it cold and clear and crisp. I want rosy cheeks and tingling toes, ice on my ’tache and a flask in my pocket. I want snow, and winter sun, and walks through silent, white blanketed fields to pubs with open fires, mulled spice wine, hearty food, friends and laughter. I want sledging and snowball fights on the way home, slippers and a good book, cosy untaxing movies on the telly and the gentle patter of large flakes falling softly outside. And when I wake up in the morning, I want hoar frosts and ground frosts and the garden transformed into a storybook tableau, like the Christmas department store windows I saw as a child. And if a reindeer should find its way there, so much the better. But I’ll settle for cold, and clear, and crisp.

Let me know what’s on your winter wishlist by leaving a comment below, or sending me a tweet. 


  1. I do agree but only up to a point. The winter of 2010-2011 was too fierce. The results of which meant that we had to dump about half our nursery stock. Dispiriting, disheartening and caused e to swear a lot.

  2. No frost here in North London … yet. A cold winter would suit me if it sees off a good proportion of the aphids I had last year but I'd like to finish bulb planting first!