Sunshine, breaking through the Mists

The cold mists of December cannot quench her smile, nor mine. :-)

I've a tendency towards seasonal meh, and as the daylight dwindles and the chill mists drop down to block out the landscape I have an overwhelming urge to go into hibernation. Bears and hedgehogs are forgiven, but I'm neither (I've checked, twice). Happily, I have a Janet.

Another foggy day from dawn to dusk (about eight hours all told), but we ventured out anyway. Thermals are a wonderful invention.

As are wives.