Plotting On A Snowy Sunday
We’ve all been talking a lot on the internet about the advent of spring and finally with the equinox on Thursday it is without any doubt or debate most definitely here. So it might seem strange that as I write this I am sat in a rooftop hotel room and this is the scene I survey. Actually the weather’s been gorgeous all week with temperatures in the late twenties, but this morning we woke to big fat flakes of snow falling, steadily blanketing the rooftops and the surrounding hills and with the exception of the half hourly church bells bringing an almost eerie quiet to the air. Wood smoke from chimneys floating lazily upwards as if it had all the time in the world.
We have been out of the country for the past few days. A late ski break for Derek and a birthday celebration for me, and what fun it’s been. While he’s been whizzing down the slopes with the Ski Club I’ve been taking things at a more relaxed pace, strolling around the pretty cobbled streets of Kitzbühel, spending hours browsing in the lovely shops with their brightly painted façades, stopping occasionally for coffee and a course a slice of Sachertorte for which Austria is famous. Afternoons spent in the spa and long leisurely suppers in the evening followed by cocktails and music or perhaps watching a movie in bed.
I’d like to say that nothing could have been further from my mind than the allotment but this would be not true. I often think that time away gives plenty of scope for reflection and we found out just before we came away that we’ve finally got our second plot, doubling our growing space, so I’ve also spent a good few hours scribbling thoughts, ideas and plans in my journal. I’m looking forward to getting home and getting on.
Exciting times ahead.