The sun is shining, the sky is blue, the temperature freezing cold, though. Still the birds sing and the air smells a bit like spring.
While it may somewhat feel (if you ignore the icy mornings) and sound a little bit like spring, I reckon winter still has us in its grip. It is January after all.
Having said that, the title and the featured image of this story is flowery. What? In winter? Yes, you will see colours, flowers, and green landscape pictures today. For arid regions amazingly come into bloom whenever there is enough rain no matter what time of the year.
Ethiopians and Eritreans only just began their new year yesterday, as I was told, and the Chinese only will on February 5.
What have you who already are in 2019 been writing onto the first pages of the book called 2019?
Hopefully, already some colourful, touching, and funny stories!
Laughter, hugs, walks in the woods, and in the fresh snow, watching Queen of Katwe, being curious about what 2019 brings, all sorts of feelings, and much more is written in mine. I was not only writing, though, but also reading.
That is Michelle Obama’s autobiography Becoming and oh dear, I virtually delved into it and can hardly put it away…. I love autobiographies of people who fascinate me anyway, so after finishing Branson‘s Loosingmyvirginity lately, this one came in very handy. Today I set a digital bookmark on page 367, shortly after Barack asked her to marry him 😍. Whoa! Luckily, I still have more than 600 pages to go including her time as the First Lady. I guess, this is called a book recommendation 🤪.
Are you reading it as well or is it on your booklist for 2019?