I am in Arizona, again.
Time has been moving strangely with the advent of a new relationship, a new job and the festive season.
When I left England, it was firmly getting a grip on Springtime, snowdrops faltering and daffodils beginning to bloom. Here in Arizona, there are bougainvillaea, yellow daisies, and pansies throwing splashes of colour amidst the dry terrain and spiked green. The weather is that of an English summer starting up, warm breezes and blue skies. I find myself always with a sweater laughably to hand, but am never in need of it.
You can take a grrrl out of England, but you can’t take away a lifetime of chill summers.