More snow. Everywhere white. Not crisp but wet. Deep and slushy on the road. Sky like pewter.
Swathes of snowdrops and daffodils surging upwards like sky charging spears, raised hopes of spring. These have been blasted, a reminder that March is a fickle month. March lulls us towards thinking the cold weather has surrendered and we can safely anticipate warmer days, then attacks in a reminder that winter has not yet retreated.
Seeing through the window the relentless whirl of snow, my thoughts turn to images of warmer, sunnier times. Like last autumn when we spent a week in Tuscany.
A visit to Florence has to be the highlight of a holiday in Tuscany. The camera whizzes into overdrive on shots of buildings, statues, painted ceilings, the Duomo, the Uffizi. But along with these, window displays in shops in and around the old town are works of art also worthy of camera time.
And as the cost of buying goods in these establishments is probably equivalent to that of a modest painting or piece of sculpture, window-shopping for many of us is akin to looking at works in a gallery. Admire, enjoy then walk on.
There are sweets to tempt a sour palate, shoes, gloves, bags and clothes to draw drools and sighs of longing, and shirt boutiques to satisfy the pickiest male.
Florence is a feast for senses and memory.