We had expected to land in Cape Town today, to see the New Year in quietly with my parents, the Therapy Corgis and Ben the labrador, and two cats, with champagne, a braai, and bed. Instead we are here on a gently snowing New York winter's day, cooling our heels while we wait for Vincent's greencard interview. Then we will be southward bound.
It was only the scraping of a shovel on the sidewalk outside that alerted me to snow. It fell so softly that I didn't notice it on the skylights, as I luxuriated in a late bed.
A chilly seat.
The Iceberg rose just won't give up. This bud has remained there through significantly sub-zero temperatures over the last few days, and today is warmer - just a degree below freezing.
So that is the message it sends for the next year:
You can do it.