WEATHER FORECAST

The frosted white carpet early this morning. So pretty!

Hello my lovelies,

It was snowing here in Switzerland when we went to bed last night, and everyone got all excited because, well, who doesn't get excited when it snows? It was coming down hard when we turned out the lights, so I hoped it would all be hushed and a lovely bright white by morning.

I knew immediately that it wasn't when I woke up. I couldn't see that it wasn't because the blinds were down, but I knew, because the sound outside was wrong. When there is a good covering of snow everything is muted and hushed. It was pretty though, when I opened the blinds, because it had been cold, and where the grass is short the snow had frozen and made an ice-carpet right down the centre of our garden.

That ice-carpet inspired this poem.

It snowed quite hard for a while later in the morning, and for a while I got my hopes up, but then I got a high-wind warning on my phone but so far the only change is that it's raining...

Maybe we'll have snow tonight? The weather forecasters keep on changing their minds.

I'll keep you posted.

I got a bit preachy in my poem... but it's all true...

Love

Cesca xx

WEATHER FORECAST: THE SNOW QUEEN

Roll out the white carpet,

Erase all that green!

Queen Winter’s arriving

Wearing ice crinolines.

This frosting? This sprinkling?

You call this joke snow?

Who needs stupid snow tires,

Our winters now blow!

Then turn down your heating,

And switch off some lights!

The climate is struggling

To keep seasons alive.

Elect decent people

Not greedy mad pervs!

Be kind and considerate,

We get what we deserve.

I knew those white winters,

When the snow came to stay.

Not for the whole winter

But for at least a few days.

Now the Snow Queen’s exhausted

Just trying to stay cold.

She needs to be cherished,

And treated like gold.

Earlier this afternoon it looked a little more hopeful…

A bluetit (?) in a coconut