According to Facebook and Twitter, it’s snowing. Except it isn’t, not here. A winter without snow is shit. We love snow like nothing else – it makes everything quiet, everyone likes it. And yet here we are, nearly halfway thru January and not a flake. There was a brief flurry in November but it didn’t land, so doesn’t count. One year – we forget when – we watched as everywhere around us got snow while we, in a weird soup bowl microclimate, got nothing. It was – still is – bitterly disappointing. Nothing would please us more than to sit on the doorstep and look out on a garden blanketed in white, hearing the muffled silence snow brings, ideally watching more flakes tumbling downwards. But the forecast says no, no snow for us this time. So we wait, increasingly impatiently, for the moment when we can peek round the curtains and be surprised, amazed, excited and calmed by whiteness. We may be some time.