Our thoughts and prayers are with all of you suffering extreme weather. We had our dose of snow and ice before Christmas, but I don't really think we had anything nearly as bad as you are now facing in the US and in Australia. It must be terrible to be evacuated from your homes and just to have to sit back and wait to see what comes; I don't think there have been mass evacuations in this country since the war (my mother being one of the evacuated ones).
Take care and keep safe everyone. When we lived in St John's my hair used to freeze on the way from the pool building to my car, but freezing the water in your eyes is almost unbelievable
And all those poor animals too.
Steph, on a lighter note, I'm glad your book arrived and I do hope you enjoy it. It's fun to read the entries for the day as it arrives and imagine those people all going about their daily lives in different times - Samuel Pepys doing one thing on the same day that, say, Andy Warhol was doing something else centuries later. I also like to read Nigel Slater's Kitchen Diaries on the right day - I can't often cook whatever he cooked, as he has the benefit of fantastic local markets and ethnic shops where he lives in London, but he has wonderful descriptions - eg February 21st:
"There is something romantic about falling snow. This is the first decent fall we have had this year, in two hours covering the box hedges and settling on the grey branches of the plum trees. By mid-afternoon, with a single trail of fox prints to the kitchen door, the garden looks like a Christmas card. The cats, huddled together round the Aga, look as if they are not amused: "Oh, that stuff again""
(you have to forgive him, he lives in Islington where they hardly get snow - I appreciate it is not so romantic when you get blizzards
or July 31st:
"Hazy morning, the air silent and heavy. The garden is turning from pink to orange, aflame from midday, when the sun comes over the top of the house and floods the garden with burning light. Montbretia, nasturtiums, Indian Prince marigolds, dahlias, zucchini flowers, hot, eye-watering flowers in bright sunlight line the beds. The tomatoes are ripening, a single aubergine is hanging down from the purple-leaved plant in a deep pot on the back steps. The garden is suddenly a vibrant, vulgar, scorching place to eat."
Rosemary