Winter’s grip seems relentless.
After months and months of torrential rain, a few spring flowers tentatively appeared and then the real cold descended and stunned them into immobility. Shrunk by hard frosts, thin snow and polar days they lie flattened across frozen earth. Blackbirds fluffed to twice their normal size stab at apples from the supermarket and only the sedums are unmoved by the cold, waiting unperturbed in their perfect symmetry for the next season.
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Hang in there, Cathy. Spring will come, and stay.
Warm wishes,
Tanja
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I need to practice what I preach!
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hmmm. it still seems warmer there versus here.
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I am sure you’re right, but I still want some little signs of spring!
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Looks like it’s going to get really cold here in London next week. I hope that it’ll be winter’s final fling for this year. xx
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I hope so too. There is so much I want to do! X
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So perishing here. We are all frozen over. My grandmother used to say – as the days lengthen, the cold strengthens, she was right. All the best. Karen x
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She really was . Minus 12 here, warming the birds breakfast up in the microwave stay warm!
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Good heavens! I’m feeding the pheasants that have all come into the garden and are sheltering under the hedges. They know what’s coming. The blackbirds and wrens are tossing leafmould left and right to look for grubs. Glad I left it there for them. Keep warm Cathy xx
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