Tag: snow
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A drop. A Promise.
We are surrounded in white on white, cold on cold, the hunch and squeak of boots on packed snow beginning to sound like fingernails on a black-board made for chalk. The night before last was -11 (-23C), last night was -21( -30C). As I write just before dawn the temperature continues on its toboggan…
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you did not believe me?
Here, in my unheated bedroom. ICE on the inside of the double glazed windows. Makes me feel right at home. I have never lived in a house with heated bedrooms anyway. Now whenever you see those silly christmas decorations with the sprayed-on ice around the glass, you can say. I don’t think you really want…
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Ploughed out – again
I still love the snow. But I am always grateful when I see the snow-plough rushing down our little gravel road clearing a path for me. Sunday yesterday. A quiet day. Look at this naughty big fat pig following me around bossing everybody about. Her wound from the boar bite is not looking too good,…
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The snow stood still in the air.. thinking its little think
The wind died down yesterday. I don’t care how it died frankly, as long as it was gone. We all crept up out from behind our shelters, sniffing the air. The snow gently falling, in no hurry to go anywhere. Did you see Mama, she seldom comes out into the field nowadays. Preferring to stick…

