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I bet it's toasty warm in the tunnel, with all that insulation!
It may well help if it gets really cold this evening but i have nothing going on in there at the moment other than a log pile at the back and it floods some winters across the front half.
Nice to see it holding up with all the snow on top, its taken wind, lots of rain and half a tree hitting it and still standing.
I thought were going to have lots of snow.
The way they were talking yesterday it was like the Mayans had got it wrong and the end of the world was today.
That's the end of the weather forecast from Cardiff
I've been wandering around the garden and I hardly recognised it - its like being in a Winter wonderland. All the tree branches are 3 times their normal size. Some branches are down to the ground and one path was impassable. Just too many trees to try to shake them free of snow and there is no wind to disturb it. The holly trees appear to be covered in big white Bobbles, the snow caught in the prickly leaves. Very few bird or animal tracks, mostly near the house where the birds have been all day, dining on nuts, seeds and raisins.
No snow but we are now on our third day of rain and wind. My front garden is like a swimming pool. Never have had this much flooding before and more to come.
And when your back stops aching,
And your hands begin to harden.
You will find yourself a partner,
In the glory of the garden.
Had a few more flurries to replace the wee bit sner that melted this afternoon. Two weather fercasts say more sner in the early hours, two say not. Wait'n'see.....I'm herping fer mer sner. But then it's ok for me, I don't have to go anywhere, do anything.
...Cats are not impressed, but they're curious....sat lined up in the French windows staring out. We've lit the fire, so they're a bit dithery....shall I watch the white stuff or hit the hearth rug for forty winks? ...
Here's a poem you might like, Jules, about a cat and snow, by Alan Brownjohn. It's the only site I could find with it on, and it's pdf. You need to scroll down past "December Moon" to "Explorer". It's one of my favourites.
Our garden is looking like VC's. thick deep snow and the wood is like a winter wonderland. Bleak white fields looking like a vast wasteland. Very light here tonight and kids still sledging in the fields near the old folly. School closed at lunch.
Cats are not impressed, but they're curious....sat lined up in the French windows staring out. We've lit the fire, so they're a bit dithery....shall I watch the white stuff or hit the hearth rug for forty winks?
My two cats look over my shoulder and say that if you were any sort of nice cat-mummy you would have rearranged the house such that the fire was located by the window.
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