A' yon snaw gies me the boak. I suppose it has a certain attractive novelty value for the first moments of sunshine after a fresh fall (of snow, I mean, not of elderly creaking body). We'd a little snow shower last night, but not enough to stop me getting out to the framer's to collect the latest three daubs. There were some alarming looking frozen puddles at the edge of the road, though. Martyn beat me to the 4-wheel drive this morning, and it looks like that was just as well, since he has a 20-mile drive home from the county town this afternoon. I didn't see a temperature higher than -1.5° while I was out just now, and it has been snowing again for the past hour or so. The big wet flakes have now given way to skiers' snow - dry, powdery stuff. Ugh. Good job I stocked up yesterday in anticipation.
I seem to be doing a lot of snarling at the moment - sorry, people! The garden provides little inspiration at the moment, and the indoor plants are struggling a bit. Art class has been cancelled for three weeks, so there won't be any more this year. Still, we had a visit from a wren in the garden a couple of days ago, which gladdened the heart not a little, and the steady flow of Christmas greetings is a delight.
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