Thursday, 24 November 2011

The smell of pine.

Another day, another garden centre, another mass of Christmas trees. We have obviously got to Christmas present purchasing time as the only cyclamen available is as part of a be-ribboned wicker basket gift. Ah well.
The birds are going through the peanuts and Nyger seed at a rate of knots and every day we see little dive bombers dipping and rising across the garden. The lone squirrel has not visited again after getting a few shots of it in the tree behind the fence. We are waking to misty mornings and seeing the day light offer violet streaks of cloud  before rapidly turning to darkness by 1700 hours.
I was reminded by two people that a year ago today we had snow and plenty of it. By the end of the day we had gone from a few swirling flakes at 11am to 20 cm of white powder 7 hours later.Total chaos for us Brits who weren't used to it. Hello Russia, someone kindly reads my blog from that cold country and must chuckle when I mention 20 cms of snow and -12.5 degrees. Small fry to Russians, I expect. Anyway, today we had a warm sunny afternoon and people were wandering around in short sleeved tops. A funny old world in which we live, don't you think?

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