a rare London snowfall

I'm sitting in the hushed, whitewashed, serene, fairytale world of a snowstorm here in London. Tomorrow I shall post photographs, if they turn out well, of the street turned pristine by the storm, the trees with their bare branches topped by inches of snow, our exotic tropical garden in back completely puzzled by what's happening, the cala lily and other innocent flora looking for all the world as if they had been photoshopped... It is the last word in peaceful, to sit in bed looking past a sleeping husband to the preternaturally bright world without, snowflakes swirling. I will count this as an early birthday present! More tomorrow...