69 degrees Fahrenheit, wistful sigh!
I’m not sure even your English blood would do it, I think you’d have to call on the Norwegian blood to cope with our winter. Yesterday’s snowfall was a lovely picture, fluffy white flakes gently falling. And falling. And falling.
I’m afraid it’s too late for much beauty appreciation, though. My eyes are fixed resolutely on the calendar, peeling away the days till spring. (Although here spring often waits a month or two past its due date before arriving.)
New Zealand looks gorgeous in photos, and your weather sounds as if it’s equally gorgeous to feel. Have a good first week of autumn!
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