Hello folks

Swearing Shadow.

I didn't know that shadows could swear, did you? How shocking! Anyway; this is a my sentiment to the winter weather. Grey grey grey, or as the Americans say: gray, gray, gray. Why can't they spell? Ooh, I'll be in trouble now: I get a lot of bloggers reading from America  and China and Croatia, too. They must speak good English! Very impressive, I bet they didn't take FOUR YEARS to learn French, like me.

Can't believe we're on the rocky approach to Christmas now, too! Where have the months gone? You can tell how cold and windy it is now, because you can hear the cow bells jangling in the winter wind. It's kind of like a new Beaufort Wind-Scale, but more accurate! If it's very windy, they're mighty jangly; if it's a slight breeze there's just a little ding-a-ling. Did you remember me telling you cows are our new neighbours? PAY ATTENTION! Anyway; one day, they quite suddenly appeared next door ( though probably a farmer brought them) They can walk miles, you know! Here in Switzerland, when the cows come down from the mountains in winter, there is a cow ceremony. They circle the cow's horns in a flower garland, then the cows can walk up to 37 miles down the mountain. What a shocker! I never knew cows could walk to far, did you?

There was once a big cow just outside the shopping mall here in Fribourg, Switzerland; in a small enclosure. She had a large garland of flowers around her head, she didn't look very impressed (especially when the mopeds went past) We did wonder why she was there? Now I think we know! I guess they can't leave their cows to the mercy of the elements. So, just like the cows, we too, will soon be cooped up indoors, banging our heads against the television sets. Nice image that, isn't it?

Dog Fun In The Garden.

"Where's all that lovely green stuff gone mum?"

I'm sorry Axle, it's all just stopped growing. It does that, when it's cold. Can't blame it really.

Actually our dog Axle has got a limp at the moment. My husband has food allergies, my son has hurt his hand and my hand is still recovering. I think we're all falling apart at the moment!  Nice to have a bit of time off together though, to go and EAT. It's a new hobby that my husband has really taught me. I didn't used to be particularly bothered. But try and keep me away from a Swiss pumkin soup now, you just try it!!

It was funny, returning from one such pleasant lunch because we passed one of those mirrors in the road, you know the kind, that help you see at junctions. Anyway; there was this giant crow perched at the mirror, attacking its own reflection. "It's you!" I shouted at the silly bird. He looked very funny bashing his beak at himself.

Don't bash your beak at your reflection while I'm gone, will you?

Hey, I always forget I'm meant to advertise my artwork! So here we go: Christmas is coming doggy lovers. What a lovely pressie this original print would make for you, or your dog?? Under $35! Was that any good? Marks out of ten? Admittedly, I don't spend as many millions on my advertising as some companies do, to re-brand their silly product. Could you tell?

Christmas Dog Painting Print (Axle our dog) by Laurel Moore. Exclusive to www.MooreThanArt.com

I've just had a thought: you could call it the Moo-fort wind scale, couldn't you?  ps. sorry my site download still can sound like it's churning cheese. It's just the amount of pictures I have. Still, you can't beat a nice bit of Cheddar, can you?

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