It's absolutely my favourite thing about winter. No contest, hands down.
Forget the lovely winter vegetables that do so well here, the tomatoes and the peas and cauliflower... forget the bananas that ripened, forget the glorious winter skies, the warm, sunny days, the crisp, fresh mornings and the clear, clean air... oh no, what I like most about winter
Is my hair.
Yes, my hair.
For three months of the year, with the fabulous lack of humidity here, a lack which peels the lips off your face and eczemas up the nation, my hair responds with soft waves and loose curls.
It is literally unable to frizz.
My winter days are lit with delight and joy, as I brush with abandon, confident in the knowledge that in a season where there is no humidity, there is no frizz.
It may seem like a small thing to you, but ordinarily I have the kind of hair, which if I were in a movie, would be teamed with bad glasses, freckles and braces.
No, winter is truly a kind friend to my hair.
Oh winter hair, how I will miss thee.
Here's linking up to Hazel for the last of the Winter Wednesdays for 2011. And good on you Hazel for kicking us in our cyber butts and making us appreciate that which we (me) do not normally appreciate.
ps can I ask why it is the last one? Isn't there one more Wednesday of Winter left? I am asking in my small voice (you have to imagine that my voice is small, it seems that I cannot change my font size today) just in case I really have no idea of when seasons start and finish. Which I normally don't, I mean it's either hot or cold, wet or dry here. Or, as it was today, hot and cold and wet. Yes, all at once.