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Early morning snow shower |
It's not the easiest thing in the world to get up early and go out gardening whilst it's snowing but that's what I had to do yesterday, I've really had enough of this cold please can we have something a bit warmer now? First thing we earthed up the potatoes as Giles was fearful of the harsh frosts forecast over the next couple of nights so at least that got us warmed up. Then we prepared the plant sales area adding new stock brought from the nursery and planting out into the garden anything that wouldn't cut the mustard for selling, they will soon bulk up once in the ground. Then there was a kerfuffle, Giles mentioned that the hen pheasant was sitting on her nest so we went to have a peek only to find a sad pathetic pile of dead feathers not even cold. All suspicion turned upon a certain small black dog, what a shame that nine lovely eggs will now come to nothing but I suppose we can't blame shandy for not telling the difference between bunnies and birds!
"There is no instinct like that of the heart" Lord Byron
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Guilty as charged! |
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