Winter means a few things to me. Some good, some great, some not so good.
I don't like the way my 'green and pleasant' homeland turns into a grey, wet and largely gloomy place during the winter months. Somehow England loses it's colour when winter comes. Where I live we rarely get snow, so rain takes its place and this doesn't do much for the soul when it's like that for what seems like, months on end.
Of course, it isn't like that all the time. One of the great things about winter are those crisp, clean frosty mornings when the grass crunches under your feet and the sunrises are as beautiful as any sunset.
Winter mornings like this make everything worthwhile. The added bonus is that you don't have to get up ridiculously early to experience it.
Coming in from the cold on a winter evening and feeling the warmth of home as you close the door behind you is something you really only feel in the winter months. The warm glow and heat of a real fire is something I could never tire of. As a child I loved the cosiness of my grandmother's house in winter. It was warm, wonderful and felt like the safest place in the world.