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Can you believe it? It stopped raining!
No, neither can I....but then again, just look at those clouds out there...it`ll likely not be long afore it rains again.
In the meantime, I`m still beating the auld drum of mourning real, proper winters where the snow falls and the cold bites with that drier tooth, rather than the nibbling, gnawing ache of the damp.
Yesterday it chucked it down! And so I stood at my window, and watched the garden get muddier and muddier....I have ponds in it that were never there before, because it`s on a gentle slope. So where the garden meets the corner of the field, there`s a pond against the fence and the geese love it and congregate in and around it like auld men at the pub playing dominos...oh wait..does anyone play that anymore?
(I do)
And against the stone dyke beside the track is a chain of little ponds and rivulets where the ducks splash and so I also stood and watchd a row of ducks, bums up, thoroughly enjoying the weather, the rain, the mud, the puddles and ponds....
And there, in the scant and bare branches of the rose hedges, stood my chooks, drookit, miserable, scrawny looking like wet dogs....
just standing there in the vain hope the bare branches would keep the rain off.
Chickens, sometimes, are really dumb....
Because they HAVE places to go! They can get into the byres through the pop-hole next to the sheeps stall. And there are three hutches, with the wee doors open, scattered about the place, cosy with straw bedding and sheltered from the winds.
But nope. They stand there in the lashing rain, hunched up and looking like wee orphans from a Dickens novel.....
Eejits....
I long ago gave up chasing them indoors, because the wee bug*ers just came right back out again, and all that happened was that I got wet and muddy and, I`m sure, laughed at by the hens....
Do you know, it`s only a scant few years ago I could stand outside this time of year in a sea of white, soft, powdery snow, and look at the pond..the real one..beside the track and see how iced up it was, glittering diamond bright in the low winter sun.
And I still have the pictures of the drifts all down our track, which meant if we wanted to go anywhere, we`d to walk past six foot high drifts, and then there was that wonderful year we got snowed in with guests for a week and I was out there, with the shovel, making igloo blocks out of the snow...well, that wasn`t my intent..some eejit had tried to drive their car down the track and got it stuck, so we`d to dig it out..but then that somehow turned into, `oh look! This snow is just right for doing this!` and making igloo blocks and then, well, you just had to build a wall with them, don`t you?
And I remember still standing out the front of the house in the mornings, before anyone else was up and about, and watching the sun rise over the fields, watching the snow blow across the open stretch of land in front of us looking for all the world like an Arctic scene or some fantasy landscape set upon an Ice world...and the sun would catch the glitter of the drifting snow and the sparkle of it was something magical to watch.
Of course, I stood there too long so couldn`t feel my feet or hands by the time I got back indoors..and I stared at it too long so had this strange kinda glare behind my eyes until they adjusted back to normal seeing again...

But you know something?
I want to do that again.
But some horrible feeling tells me it might be many a year til I can stand and watch the snow drift here again.
It isn`t so much fun, watching mud gloop......:-(

Well, that`s my pleep over with for the day....sigh...I miss real winters....
Off out to feed the drookit chooks now, hope everyone has a fantastic day.