4 March 2016

Now

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!"  

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  1. Winter snow looks beautiful YP .. But hasn't it ticked over to Spring there?
    I do hope that Yankee Bob gardener isn't an illegal Mexican.

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    1. It was springtime yesterday but winter today Carol. Bob could be a Mexican in his colourful poncho and sombrero but I believe he's from Georgia. By the way - about the pigs - I can't afford the transport costs but will be happy to accommodate them if you send them over.

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  2. Eef I were Meh-hi-cah-no, senorita, I theenk my name, it would be Yanqui Bob, no? Or maybe Jose Jimenez. Senor Pudding, while he may be uno hombre magnifico, is one taco short of a lunch plate special.

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    1. A truck load of horse manure is due in the morning Yanqui Bob so I hope that you are here bright and early to dig it in to the vegetable patch. and as you were laughing you can help too Jennifer!

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  3. Expect your snow has gone by now as ours has here in the Dales - but the cold North easterly has remained and it is not a pleasant day.

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    1. It's 3pm and it's still here Mrs Weaver but at least it has stopped falling from the sky.

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  4. Oh! Just a few more inches and you & the little wife can go outside and make snow angels!!!! Have a snowball fight, make a little snowman & then come in and dry your mittens by the fire whilst you sit all cozy together on the couch drinking your hot cocoa. What a wonderful day!

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    1. You have a vivid imagination Hilly but it is nice to have positive spin on things. Little wife? She could beat you in a mud wrestling bout any day! It would be like Bluto taking on Olive Oil.

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    2. This news just in: YP succumbs to injuries sustained in an odd wrestling match in his backyard with his little wife. It is unknown whether she read his last blog reply on mud wrestling or if it is just a bizarre coincidence.

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    3. (From hospital bed) Aaaaargh! Urgggh! Oooooo!

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    4. Don't worry YP, we'll send grapes.

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  5. Peep is looking at you rather sheepishly. Did you ask her to say mint sauce, rather than cheese?

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    1. Bo and Peep are pet sheep Mr Parrots. I acquired them from a sheep rescue centre in Barnoldswick. They had been treated very cruelly by a vicious Lancashire farmer who resembled Cyril Smith. Your insinuation that I might eat them is therefore most upsetting.

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  6. I feel cold just looking at the pictures! Mind you, I've been feeling cold nearly all day today. After a sunny (but cold) morning, the sky turned into a solid grey and now it's drizzling (and cold).
    But I do feel warmer now after I've been to the gym and gave my creaky old bones something to do.

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    1. Old bones? I don't think so madame. You are still a young lass.

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  7. The least you could do is knit a couple of scarves for Bo and Beep YP. The Sheepskin Rug Preservation Society will be down on you like a ton of bricks (or manure) for neglecting their welfare.

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    1. Perhaps you could knit them scarves at your famous hobbies table CG!

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    2. The poor things will have to wait for ever. I never even finished the sweater I began for hubs, when we were engaged, and we've been married for fifty years. If the moths haven't got to it, it's probably still around somewhere, minus the sleeves and half the front !

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    3. Poor Hubby! A victim of neglect. When courting you probably said, "Marry me and I'll knit you a jumper" and as soon as you both said "I do" the jumper promise was broken. Poor fellow.

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  8. Wow! Winter's last farewell...final flutter. Poor Bo and Peep...at least they've not been shorn. Their fleece is solid. Let's hope soon they'll be warm when summer is born.

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    1. Let's hope it doesn't get oven warm or barbecue warm!

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  9. Such beautiful photo's Yorkie. I love the photo of Bo and Peep.

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    1. Why thank you kindly Mistress Leisha.

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  10. There is justice in this world! Mr. Pudding gets some snow!

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    1. I don't know what you mean Comrade Red. Are you applauding precipitation on my head?

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    2. Well, of course. Doesn't everybody need little precip on their head?

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  11. Those two sure look beautiful and peaceful in the snow. I am going to clean out my greenhouse tomorrow. Supposed to be 54 degrees here. We are all waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak.

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    1. The last expression baffles me. It must be a Coloradan peculiarity, so to speak...

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    2. Well, maybe it is an American expression. What it means is.....spring weather will not last.....the crocus and daffodils will have to deal with more snow and freeze.....don't put that last shoe on yet....wait for it....wait for it....there will be another one or two cold, wet snowstorms before spring will arrive. The birds know it, the bees know it, the elk and bear know that the spring is still aways away. Now you know it!!

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    3. Thank you for explaining so well Mama Thyme-Bear.

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  12. Didn't realise I had written cyptic!! Better than putting septic I suppose!

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    1. Septic puzzles would be fascinating but only solvable by sewage workers.

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  13. What a beautiful winter garden photo.
    We really didn't have a winter (we need the rain) and spring came so fast that the citrus trees are in full bloom and the pomegranates are setting fruit already.

    cheers, parsnip

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    1. I had to find out where the Sonoran Desert is Madam Parsnip. It sounds like it should be in The Middle East. Thanks for calling by. Glad you like my picture.

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  14. And after all, that's why sheep are covered with wool...

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    1. You are right Steve. It's there for a reason.

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