tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721699631305175272.post5866047476364455466..comments2018-05-13T16:15:29.588+01:00Comments on GeraniumCat in the Garden: Happy dogsJodie Robsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02442935205880334932noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721699631305175272.post-15158926674597388762008-12-04T20:01:00.000+00:002008-12-04T20:01:00.000+00:00Elizabeth, the dogs love the idea of basking too!M...Elizabeth, the dogs love the idea of basking too!<BR/><BR/>M'ear, the north is pretty frozen, but we've got a very draughty house too! I do my best to proof it but it's not very effective, we need some windows replacing.<BR/><BR/>Rob, quite!Jodie Robsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02442935205880334932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721699631305175272.post-56948835699287832982008-12-02T13:22:00.000+00:002008-12-02T13:22:00.000+00:00Brrr!Brrr!Rob Clackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15461714931300617149noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721699631305175272.post-21341658983299166242008-11-26T21:51:00.000+00:002008-11-26T21:51:00.000+00:00The silence of snow is a wonderful thing - I feel ...The silence of snow is a wonderful thing - I feel no dread just anticipation. Love the profound silence of a power cut too.<BR/><BR/>What's this about typing in gloves - fingerless or not? Just how frozen is your north?mountainearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15977393968796316843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721699631305175272.post-54727137768054978362008-11-26T21:29:00.000+00:002008-11-26T21:29:00.000+00:00I do so understand both the dread and the delight!...I do so understand both the dread and the delight!<BR/>Love the idea of your dogs basking.Elizabeth Musgravehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09473705107636868753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721699631305175272.post-56485778481568158142008-11-25T09:56:00.000+00:002008-11-25T09:56:00.000+00:00I do sympathise with your dread of snow - I can't ...I do sympathise with your dread of snow - I can't enjoy it at all in a city and used to hate snowy days in Edinburgh when all the hills become treacherous to walk on. I didn't like it much as a child, either, with a long trudge to school, a terrifying hill to climb and feet and hands raw with chilblains. I'm so licky now to be able to enjoy it occasionally now ehen there is bright sunlight and crisp snow - and as I write this, there is a fieldfare in the tree opposite my window!Jodie Robsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02442935205880334932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3721699631305175272.post-46643738422479897452008-11-25T08:45:00.000+00:002008-11-25T08:45:00.000+00:00Yes, you know immediately when there's snow, don't...Yes, you know immediately when there's snow, don't you. Not only is there a different quality to the silence, but the light seeping through the curtains is entirely other as well. Which is why I knew we hadn't had the threatened snow when I woke on Sunday morning. Definitely threatened in my case. I'm neurotic about snow, always have been. I hate it. I'm afraid I can't see the beauty for the thought of the inconvenience it's going to cause everyone and the sheer filth of the melting slush. Romance is definitely dead in my soul!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com