| autumn leaves in a London garden (my garden needs raking!) |
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
"We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
Oliver Herford, 1863 - 1935
This time last year I was writing about icy winds and Arctic weather; London was snow-bound and I was greedy for warming, hearty food.


