Oh, this changeable British weather….. after a big thaw and a mild and wet Christmas we are again covered in snow and ice. Not the depth of a couple of weeks ago, but still enough to make getting on with things around the farm more difficult and getting down the lane to the main road hazardous. The chickens had briefly started to think about laying and I had a couple of eggs, but they have gone on strike now and are skulking about the buildings again – keeping out of the snow.
In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane
The redbreast looks in vain
For hips and haws,
Lo, shining flowers upon my window-pane
The silver pencil of the winter draws.
When all the snowy hill
And the bare woods are still;
When snipes are silent in the frozen bogs,
And all the garden garth is whelmed in mire,
Lo, by the hearth, the laughter of the logs —
More fair than roses, lo, the flowers of fire!
(Robert Louis Stevenson)
Yep. . . wood burner going full bore once again . . . .
We had a relaxed couple of days over the holiday in the company of friends. I spoke to our little granddaughter at length Christmas morning which was lovely – she was so excited Santa had brought a parcel containing the longed for fire engine. . . . Santa didn’t forget me either he left a new computer chair. . . . much needed! The old one really was on its last legs and was extremely rickety.
I cannot believe it is nearly New Year (which it will be by the time I do my next post, next week) . . . . . Thank you for popping by my blog over 2017 and may I take this opportunity to wish you well and for a good 2018…..
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Love the snowy painting. Best wishes to you and yours for the comming year x
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