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| Shame to spoil it! |
Every time there is snow I am reminded of my cousin Ann’s
first experience of the white stuff. She and her parents lived on the other
side of the road from our grandparents, almost opposite, in fact. Ann was just a toddler when she was taken out to see the snow covered garden. She looked at
it in amazement and then turned to her mother and excitedly asked ‘Has Grandma got some?’
I used to feel the same excitement whenever I saw virgin snow ... sad to say that feeling is no longer experienced, though I have to confess it is pretty enough to take pictures. Apart from feeding the birds, I have only been out of the house once in almost two weeks and it was beginning to irritate. So this morning I ventured out in the car. However, I'd had enough by the time I reached the shops so I came straight back home. Driving was decidedly dodgy and walking was even worse. Isn't it awful when the weather conditions decide our fate! Oh well, patience is a virtue ... or so they say. Pity I'm running out of it.
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| The weight of snow pulling the branch down |
