Warning: layout a complete shambles below! Troglodyte incompetence at its worst/best...
I have been reading Jane's View from my Window for ages and with great fascination. Every Thursday you get to stand inside Jane's home and look out at the Canadian woods. It's snowy there just now. Winter perfection. These however are the views from my windows. Heavy snow (or indeed heavy rain) is forecast for us over the weekend, and we do so hope it (not the other) will come!
What we have in abundance are grey skies. Not the brooding, foreboding, interesting genre of grey skies. This is more the gradually opressive, take away all the colour and paint the world vacant sort of grey sky. I think I've seen blue up there twice since New Year!
This is our back garden. You might notice the remnants of civilised, pre-parenthood, social existence. Maybe I'll take up archeology and excavate some of those things at some stage. Colour, that's what children's things instantly bring, though, isn't it? Bright, primary coloured certainty. You may notice that, despite our proximity to Belfast and her City Hall, we have no flags flying here in Strawberry Land. Not even on royal birthdays! We'll take our colour from the little, joyous things things instead.