a rare Lon­don snowfall

I’m sit­ting in the hushed, white­washed, serene, fairy­tale world of a snow­storm here in Lon­don. Tomor­row I shall post pho­tographs, if they turn out well, of the street turned pris­tine by the storm, the trees with their bare branch­es topped by inch­es of snow, our exot­ic trop­i­cal gar­den in back com­plete­ly puz­zled by what’s hap­pen­ing, the cala lily and oth­er inno­cent flo­ra look­ing for all the world as if they had been pho­to­shopped… It is the last word in peace­ful, to sit in bed look­ing past a sleep­ing hus­band to the preter­nat­u­ral­ly bright world with­out, snowflakes swirling. I will count this as an ear­ly birth­day present! More tomorrow…