Green double knit cardigan.

I have your picture in my pocket of my cozy longline cardigan that wraps me up against the first chill of winter . It’s soft to the touch it’s my favourite to keep me warm and I think it’s got me through many storms . It’s my pick me up  framing shoulders that carry too much and a voice that doesn’t say why winter time makes me a tad a blue . It’s hard to say but I can say how I miss the light airy summer days and how everything just seemed so much better. Heck here I go on about the weather I’m an at home weather forecaster and it’s funny how I notice the cold and the dark much more now than the call of spring nestled in shoots of daffodils. I’m a freak with a photograph of a person  who never speaks but somehow just one peek is the ray of sunshine I need like crack cocaine but without the pipe . As I am getting older I try to replace my highs with alternative natural vibes and that pocked of my green slouchy cardigan with a face smiling makes me smile even as time has come and gone like the snow and frost . You’re the robin that arrives perched outside and maybe you remember that the winters makes me feel more alone but with a photograph in an old worn cardigan and that robin what can I say . Well it’s looks overcast but will clear by lunchtime and the temperature is going to drop by tonight .So I climb into bed count my blessings and snuggle down in a green wool double knit cardigan and I’m like a pick pocket as I gaze at a photograph that makes me feel warm and dry . There is nothing I love better than small inconspicuous reminders that are a pick up tonic no matter how many winters I have survived with my memory of a time and place where I was brimming  with honey and how I always felt sunny . Memories .