Just now - the view from our kitchen door as late winter snow flutters down - beginning to blanket our extensive grounds. It has obliged me to telephone our rustic gardeners - Yankee Bob and Old Adrian, instructing them not to come in today. Meanwhile a closer view of Bo and Peep, shivering in the flurry of flakes. Peep is probably saying to Bo, "Mummy! I'm cold." And Bo is saying, "Shaddap! And carry on grazing!"