
Just as the Spring-feelings had begun to show, with more or less hesitant little buds here and there. I do hope they'll survive this touch of snow, touch of evil cold, ready to crush that tender, eager hope of warmer days.
Oh it's nearly unbearable to think about really, perhaps one has to soak those thoughts in something that makes one warm from inside out.
Perhaps a little, or more, taste of homemade, absolutely delicious (if I may say so myself) mulled saffron and spice wine (glögg). With scalded almonds and raisins - oh yes, that's the perfect way to forget those troublesome days of little, tiny, tender buds of Spring in January.
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